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The
sign
on
the
edge
of
a
roof
read
:
Wyatt
Junction
.
She
stared
,
feeling
that
there
was
something
odd
about
it
,
until
she
grasped
what
it
was
:
the
sign
did
not
move
.
The
sharpest
jolt
of
the
journey
was
the
realization
that
the
engine
stood
still
.
She
heard
voices
somewhere
,
she
looked
down
and
saw
that
there
were
people
on
the
platform
.
Then
the
door
of
the
cab
was
flung
open
,
she
knew
that
she
had
to
be
first
to
descend
,
and
she
stepped
to
the
edge
.
For
the
flash
of
an
instant
,
she
felt
the
slenderness
of
her
own
body
,
the
lightness
of
standing
full
-
figure
in
a
current
of
open
air
.
She
gripped
the
metal
bars
and
started
down
the
ladder
.
She
was
halfway
down
when
she
felt
the
palms
of
a
man
’
s
hands
slam
tight
against
her
ribs
and
waistline
,
she
was
torn
off
the
steps
,
swung
through
the
air
and
deposited
on
the
ground
.
She
could
not
believe
that
the
young
boy
laughing
in
her
face
was
Ellis
Wyatt
.
The
tense
,
scornful
face
she
remembered
,
now
had
the
purity
,
the
eagerness
,
the
joyous
benevolence
of
a
child
in
the
kind
of
world
for
which
he
had
been
intended
.
She
was
leaning
against
his
shoulder
,
feeling
unsteady
on
the
motionless
ground
,
with
his
arm
about
her
,
she
was
laughing
,
she
was
listening
to
the
things
he
said
,
she
was
answering
,
"
But
didn
’
t
you
know
we
would
?
"
In
a
moment
,
she
saw
the
faces
around
them
.
They
were
the
bondholders
of
the
John
Galt
Line
,
the
men
who
were
Nielsen
Motors
,
Hammond
Cars
,
Stockton
Foundry
and
all
the
others
.
She
shook
their
hands
,
and
there
were
no
speeches
;
she
stood
against
Ellis
Wyatt
,
sagging
a
little
,
brushing
her
hair
away
from
her
eyes
,
leaving
smudges
of
soot
on
her
forehead
.
She
shook
the
hands
of
the
men
of
the
train
’
s
crew
,
without
words
,
with
the
seal
of
the
grins
on
their
faces
.
There
were
flash
bulbs
exploding
around
them
,
and
men
waving
to
them
from
the
riggings
of
the
oil
wells
on
the
slopes
of
the
mountains
.
Above
her
head
,
above
the
heads
of
the
crowd
,
the
letters
TT
on
a
silver
shield
were
hit
by
the
last
ray
of
a
sinking
sun
.
Ellis
Wyatt
had
taken
charge
.
He
was
leading
her
somewhere
,
the
sweep
of
his
arm
cutting
a
path
for
them
through
the
crowd
,
when
one
of
the
men
with
the
cameras
broke
through
to
her
side
.
"
Miss
Taggart
,
"
he
called
,
"
will
you
give
us
a
message
for
the
public
?
"
Ellis
Wyatt
pointed
at
the
long
string
of
freight
cars
.
"
She
has
.
"
Then
she
was
sitting
in
the
back
seat
of
an
open
car
,
driving
up
the
curves
of
a
mountain
road
.
The
man
beside
her
was
Rearden
,
the
driver
was
Ellis
Wyatt
.
They
stopped
at
a
house
that
stood
on
the
edge
of
a
cliff
,
with
no
other
habitation
anywhere
in
sight
,
with
the
whole
of
the
oil
fields
spread
on
the
slopes
below
.
