Between the buildings there was only more bare horizon for her to see, and from time to time men crossing it. She brushed her coat off and stood in the watery wind. Her name was as square and practical as the rest of her: Mary. His sister was only eleven years old, but already she was so short and ordinary that it was obvious she would be this way all her life. His mouth was sweetly curved, his skin fine and girlish. The boy was a tall fourteen, hunched with his sudden growth and very pale. By the time they reached Argus their lips were violet and their feet were so numb that, when they jumped out of the boxcar, they stumbled and scraped their palms and knees through the cinders.
On a cold spring morning in 1932 the train brought both an addition and a subtraction. All that diminished the town departed by that route too. Along the track, which crossed the Dakota-Minnesota border and stretched on east to Minneapolis, everything that made the town arrived. Long before they planted beets in Argus and built the highways, there was a rail road.
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