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She
reached
for
the
logbook
and
looked
at
the
names
of
the
train
’
s
last
crew
.
The
engineer
had
been
Pat
Logan
.
Her
head
dropped
slowly
,
and
she
closed
her
eyes
.
She
thought
of
the
first
run
on
a
green
-
blue
track
,
that
must
have
been
in
Pat
Logan
’
s
mind
—
as
it
was
now
in
hers
—
through
the
silent
hours
of
his
last
run
on
any
rail
.
"
Miss
Taggart
?
"
said
Owen
Kellogg
softly
.
She
jerked
her
head
up
.
"
Yes
,
"
she
said
,
"
yes
.
.
.
Well
"
—
her
voice
had
no
color
except
the
metallic
tinge
of
decision
—
"
we
’
ll
have
to
get
to
a
phone
and
call
for
another
crew
.
"
She
glanced
at
her
watch
.
"
At
the
rate
we
were
running
,
I
think
we
must
be
about
eighty
miles
from
the
Oklahoma
state
line
.
I
believe
Bradshaw
is
this
road
’
s
nearest
division
point
to
call
.
We
’
re
somewhere
within
thirty
miles
of
it
.
"
"
Are
there
any
Taggart
trains
following
us
?
"
"
The
next
one
is
Number
253
,
the
transcontinental
freight
,
but
it
won
’
t
get
here
till
about
seven
A
.
M
.
,
if
it
’
s
running
on
time
,
which
I
doubt
.
"
"
Only
one
freight
in
seven
hours
?
"
He
said
it
involuntarily
,
with
a
note
of
outraged
loyalty
to
the
great
railroad
he
had
once
been
proud
to
serve
.
Her
mouth
moved
in
the
brief
snap
of
a
smile
.
"
Our
transcontinental
traffic
is
not
what
it
was
in
your
day
.
"
He
nodded
slowly
.
"
I
don
’
t
suppose
there
are
any
Kansas
Western
trains
coming
tonight
,
either
?
"
