Jeb Carter, Union Pacific Special Agent, is sent to Laramie, Wyoming, to discover who is behind a string of train robberies. He plans to work solo—he always works solo—but his boss has other ideas. He comes upon a hapless damsel in distress stuck at the Omaha Union Depot. Much to his dismay, he soon receives orders to escort her to a crossroads town on the train line. There, she will work for a busy restaurant while gathering information. He is to be her contact.
Lauren encounters an unforeseen development. Jeb joins a posse search that ends in tragedy. In the process of searching for train robbers, will they be robbed of their futures?
Her eyebrows raised and lips parted, the woman jerked her head to face him. She glanced to the side and back. “I don’t know.” Her voice raspy, she cleared her throat. Her eyelids rimmed with tears, she blinked.
Upon gazing into her shining brown eyes ringed by dark lashes, Jeb’s breath caught. His heart began to beat faster, and his breathing rate increased. She is not the first pretty woman I’ve seen. Why am I having this reaction? He stepped forward and picked up the basket. “Where are you headed, ma’am?” He handed her the basket.
“West. To Rawlins.” She heaved several deep breaths and biting her bottom lip, she accepted the basket.
“You’re on the wrong platform for the westbound U.P. train. I’m familiar with this depot. If you’d like, I can show you where you will board. Or, if you prefer, I can find a depot employee to assist you.” Why is a young, attractive widow like her traveling alone?
“Oh, I…um…” She squeezed her eyes shut. “My-my reticule was stolen. Some young man…more a boy, really…ran up next to me and grabbed it while he cut the strings with a knife.”
“Did you see what direction he ran?” As he stepped closer, Jeb turned his gaze farther up the platform. He would have seen the miscreant if he ran the direction from which Jeb approached. Where are the railroad police when you need them?
“No. I was so startled, I froze. By the time I thought to call for help, he disappeared between those two cars.” She pointed to where two passenger coaches were joined. “I’m not sure what I will do. I kept my tickets and most of my money in my reticule so it would be easily available. Now, it’s gone. I-I have a little money left in my carpetbag, but not enough to replace my ticket. I appreciate your offer, though.” She pressed her palm to her forehead. “I believe I should find the depot and stay there while I decide what to do.”













































