The conductor was far more amenable to the idea of carrying a few low-fare passengers in the back of one of his empty cars than the ticket ponies had been to sell them passage, and soon enough they were tucked away in an empty hallway between rows and rows of identical boxes. Lucky hid out of sight of any of the windows, but Dust waited by the entrance, staring out at the town as two measly cargo containers were unloaded and the train received new stock of water and fuel.