Travilion Station

A riderless mount tripped along the ties and disappeared into the haze of gun and blaze. Bloody ghosts drifted unseen swallowed by the dirty dusk and speared by silhouettes of rails that lay torn and tossed and lost. The brazen chest thumping of victory echoed as it was measured against the cost. Then, a new century, a new station on the ashes of the old, another silhouette against the unforgiving dusk where mothers sent children to wars. War much farther away. They waited then until they, like Travilion Station, were once again gone..