"Hey, there," bellowed the man in the lead, addressing the train crew below. "Whatcher stop for?"
"We're going on."
"Why 'n' cher go on, then?" he parroted in irritation.
The whistle wailed, the engine and cars shuddered forward toward Hewintown. The first attack was over.
"Well," Dawson led the way back to the low gray car hidden in the shadows. "Hell's loose this time!"