Dorothy and Giles heard the iron door rattle outside. As they held their breath, the door rattled open and a flood of light rushed into the freight car. Dorothy's eyes were accustomed to the dark, so she shielded her eyes from the glare with her hand.
A few men entered the wagon. one of them groaned.
"Do you smell anything?"
They sniffed and one said, "Oh. It stinks. It smells like a stable."
"Me," whispered Giles into Dorothy's ear. Dorothy silently glared at Giles. Giles kept his mouth shut.
Another man said. "Stop talking. Let's carry it out."
"Yes."
The men hoisted a machine twenty-one feet long and forty feet wide that Dorothy had been interested in. Then they carefully carried it out of the wagon so as not to hit the ceiling or walls.
"Don't forget the current feeling for when we store it."
The wagon doors were closed.
"Hey, did you hear that?" said Dorothy. "Stowing it away means the train won't leave until then. It's just the right time, so I'm going to go buy some food."
"Then I'll go too."
"I'll be right back. You stay here."
Giles reluctantly replied. "Okay. Please be careful."
Dorothy straightened out the wrinkles in her rumpled dress and went out into the streets of Denver. She hadn't been out in a long time, and she tasted the fresh air and smelled of fresh conifers.
She didn't know which station the next stop would be, so she needed to buy a lot of food. The best was something that was not bulky, had a long shelf life, and was light enough to be carried by one person. Dried meat and biscuits. And don't forget water.
She found a grocery store and tried to cross the street. she bumped into someone.
"Sorry."
Dorothy apologized to the young man in the flat cap, but the man quickly left without saying anything. She thought he was angry. Entering the grocery store and about to pay, Dorothy noticed. Her wallet in her pocket was gone!
"Where's my wallet?"
The shopkeeper looked sorry, but he couldn't help her. Dorothy searched every pocket but could not find it.
"Maybe you were robbed?" said the shopkeeper.
"to whom?"
"Actually, pickpockets have been rampant lately, and even a federal marshal told me to be careful."
Dorothy suddenly remembered. A young man in a flat cap who bumped into her before entering the store. It wasn't Dorothy who bumped into him. A man bumped into her. For the purpose of pick her pocket.
"I'll be right back!"
Dorothy said this to the shopkeeper and hurried out of the shop. She had to find the pickpocket and get her wallet back.
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The Argo Goes West
Science FictionIn 1900, creatures from Greek myth began to invade America, where the frontier line had disappeared. Theodore Roosevelt builds the Argo, a battle train and heads to the west where monsters await!
