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On the Hunt, PoemWaiting by the midnight stream,Tucked away near the icy brook,It's eyes in the darkness seemed to gleam.Waiting in it's snow-covered nook.As it hears the hoot of an owl,It matched it with a chilling howl.
Railroad Spikes and Lies: Prologue "Oh, so we're finally awake are we?" called a voice from beyond the blackness in my mind, seeming to shake every fiber of my being into waking.As I opened my eyes to a grey and black blur below my feet, gravel crunched under my bare feet. I felt a sudden heave and I spit blood over my black pants and on to the gravel below."Well, my my, Mister West don't we seem to be in a predicament here. My unfinished railroad that would offer me the chance at becoming the wealthiest man this continent has ever seen should run right through this mountain." The figure took a deep breath, and then sighed.I tried to move my hands to my face, but they were tied firmly behind me. I tried, instead, to blink my eyes into focus.The tall structure of a business man came into focus. His top hat held in his hand behind his back, and with the other he held a pocket watch. His face was charming, with a neatly trimmed beard. He had long shoulder length hair pull