Rails Of Ironback: Ericka And Chase

Ericka's Resurrection

"Thats Not Good." He Murmured to Himself.

He was worried That the Water Rusted right Through the Boiler. He wanted to save this Engine very Much. He knew how much this engine meant to Jake. Mr. Clinton looked inside the cab. The bodies of the old engineer and fireman lie on the rotted cab floor. The vab controls were suprisingly in decent shape. He jumped out of the cab and looked on the side of it. Barely visible, was the number 4437. Mr. Clinton could not believe his eyes.

"At last I've found you!"

However, Ericka couldn't hear him. She was unconscious as she had been for the previous 20 years.

A Bulldozer and a trackhoewWorked together to remove the rusted remains of the old SP passenger cars from the track.

Mr. Clinton walked back to Brian and climbed onto the first flatcar. Just as Brian was about to move, one of the construction crewmen prdered him to halt.

"What's wrong?" Clinton asked.

"The tracks." Replied the foreman. "These haven't been used in decades and might Be unstable." " Let me check on them before you move on."

[2 minutes later]

Clinton: "Well, how is it?"

Foreman: "It's in bad shape"

Clinton: "Well no shit, Sherlock"

Foreman: " I would suggest gettin a lighter engine to do this job."

Clinton: "Its too late to swap ngines, ee are about 200 miles from the closest engine yard." "My mind is made up and I'm not changing it." "Brace it as much as you can and hope for the best."

Foreman: "ALL RIGHT BOYS, YOU HEARD THE MAN!" "LET'S GET TO IT."

Crew: "Yes, sir!"

After some time, the foreman shouted, "Git r Done, Clinton!"

"Alright, lets move." Mr. Clinton said to Brian.

The rusty switch was thrown and Brian slowly moved forward onto the old branch track. The old rusty rails creaked and groaned under Brian's weight. Brian finally managed to reach the tunnel entrance. Very slowly and carefully, he pushed the flatbeds Into the Darkness. One Of The Crew Lit A Work Light That Illuminated the Whole Tunnel. Brian Slowly Approached Ericka's Engine & Ever So Carefully Made the Coupling.

Mr Clinton Was Very Satisfied. "Well Done, Brian." " Now Let's Pull Her Back Out".

"Yes, Sir." Brian Replied.

Brian Pumped his Pistons & Began to Pull Backwards. But Ericka Didn't Move, As If She Were Stuck To The Track.

"C'mon C'mon." Said Mr. Clinton.

Brian Grunted & Strained, He Pulled & Pulled. His Wheels Slipped & Sparks Flew.

Mr. Clinton Applied Sand & Pulled Back On the Throttle. Brian's firebox flared and he pumped his pistons. There Was A Creak as Something Cracked. Brian's drivers finally got traction and he rolled backwards. Ericka had broken free of the rusted track and rolled backwards with the train. Her frame clanked and creaked, her rusted wheels moaned and groaned as they began to turn. Brian kept pulling and pulling as the train slowly emerged from rhe tunnel. Ericka's body finally saw sunlight for the first time in decades.

The train stopped. Everyone cheered and shouted for them.

"YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! YES YES WHOO HOO HOO HOOOO!!!!" Brian shouted.