Callie could tell, the way he kept fidgeting and fretting. Every so often he'd get up and pace the length of the car. And the way he cracked his knuckles made her just want to scream. At least he'd brought her food to eat on the train. Not that dry bread and cheese was any banquet, but it was better than nothing. She'd rather have the cornbread she'd bought at the little café across from the depot in Ogden, but she didn't dare bring it out as long as he was apt to see it. He'd give her the dickens for going out when he'd told her to stay put. The Conductor came through, turning down the lamps. She propped her blanket roll against the window and leaned against it, shivering. The stove down at the end of the car didn't give out much heat unless you sat right close to it. The seats close to the stove had filled up before she and Pa had got aboard. "You stay here, girl. I'm goin' to the observation car." "Can I come along?" "Didn't I just say to stay here?
