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WW2 Weapons Maybe there is no more prominent picture than that of the train. In it's beautiful history, the train has been utilized as a part of numerous films and stories as a representation, some great and some not all that great, and was the wonderment of numerous youngsters envisioning around a day when they too would move on board these mammoth metal brutes and leave for new undertakings in obscure grounds. There is not really a youthful kid that does not covet a model train set the same number of us had when we were youthful.

In my new novella, "Desert Rain," one of the primary characters, a rodeo rancher wanderer named Jack Carlson, sets out all alone odyssey of self-revelation as does the courageous woman, Cynthia Ryan, a narrative movie producer whom he experiences later in the story.

The distinction between my two characters is like a whole other world. While Cynthia goes to America's awesome southwest in an enormous RV with all the ammenities, Jack chooses to jump a train from Laramie, Wyoming to Indian nation, in particular, Tuba City, Arizona situated close to the Hopi reservation and the celebrated around the world plateaus. It is here that he will defy his half-Hopi little girl, Mary, whom he has not found in nine years.

For Jack, the train takes him to his definitive predetermination and one can't resist the opportunity to ponder what that will be as the immense Santa Fe diesel train snakes it's away through the colossal American desert and ideally into my peruser's hearts.