Train's Runnin' Late

I wasn't expecting this. Not on the train. The train runs on time, dammit. I'm losing faith. 10 minutes late? Oh that's just an oddity. 20 minutes? Starting to bug me. 1 hour and 15 minutes: what the fuck? This isn't the bus. We should have been in by sundown. Well, at least the Apaches aren't attacking, and we don't have any whining bankers. At least not that I've heard. Too bad we don't have John Wayne: The Ringo Kid, or Doc Boone. Then we'd have a good time. Doc's my kind of man: likes the occasional nip of whiskey. It keeps the spirits high. I'm not drunk, I'm happy.