Moving quickly, they made for the hay car, slid the door open, and led their horses inside. It was cramped, certainly, and they had to rearrange a few large stacks to accommodate everyone, but eventually, all nine bodies were situated just as the train jerked itself to life. They kept the door open to encourage the breeze, put their feet up, and enjoyed their new luxury.
There was no means to start a fire on the train—obviously—so they ate up the rest of their dry and canned goods. Even with the plethora of supplies gained over their travels, they were running low. No doubt the run-in with Tiger did not help that fact. Still, Violet found no grudge in her heart for the Apache. She meant what she said; if only she could go home as easily as Tiger.