Henry and Ivy sat
on a wooden fence watching the sun set. The sky turned a brilliant orange color
that made everything below it glow. The two young lovebirds soaked up the scene
of wide pastures, grazing horses and wild rabbits darting between bushes. The Montana
landscape never ceased to amaze either of them, and not a sound could be heard
except the wind and a distant train whistle.
Henry took a deep
breath and stretched his arm around the girl he loved, pulling her close. She
smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder, wishing this moment would never
end. The train whistle blew again.
“I never told
anyone this,” said Henry, “but I’ve had a lifelong dream of jumping on a
freight car and riding it to another state like a hobo.”
“Really?” asked Ivy. “Weren’t you ever afraid
of slipping and having your legs cut off by the train wheels?”
Henry never had
that dream again.
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