North bound trains in November alongside the earthen foot trails:
Successful operator:
Stumbling almost falling to a certain death...
Once said "inch is as good as a mile"
Traveling North on a train with destinations unknown:
End of Summer:
Sun hats, Sun Burn, peeling skin...
The loving lady wearing yellow then white with the off set dark eyes... applying sun screen to Gabriel's nose..
She had plans for him... newborn creatures sewn in a vest or perhaps hidden in the false bottom of a suitcase.
The enticement he gathered was for their looming financial gain... his too he guessed.
He reached to feel for his fat wallet, yes it was still there it had not been stolen by his newly met
friends, in his earlier drunken stupor.
What more could Gabriel ask for?
A fat wallet.
Risk.
Adventure.
Sex drive.
Touting upon ones self,
and the excessive drinking of the derivative of the Agave plant.
But were they listening To his story's?
Playing the fool, laughing, longing, the thought of privacy with that girl........
Lost and unafraid.
Soon it will be the wrong time of year ... he thought to himself.
The colorful lady was putting sunblock on his sore and peeling nose, and diagnosing him.
North bound trains out of somewhere........
Looking the part.........
Discussing it later in private........
Fair Warning.
The furthest north railroad........a stashed jacket.......
North bound trains along side the scent of earthen foot trails..............
Fair Warning.
