Whoâ€™d have thought a desert would be soâ€¦ empty. Not that it was too much of a surprise. This was the end of the line.<br/><br/>The minotaur stepped off the train, raising a small puff of dust under his hooves, clutching his bag like a lifeline. Behind him, the train belched steam and wound down to stay for a few hours. â€œSay, my good man,â€ he began to the elfin engineer out of curiosity, â€œdonâ€™t you have a schedule to keep?â€<br/><br/>â€œâ€™nother trainâ€™s cominâ€™ in. Donâ€™t wanna risk the tracks. Heardâ€™a other folks beinâ€™ run straight through by the phantom train. Not the same after.â€<br/><br/>â€œAh, of course. The Soul Train, the very phenomenon Iâ€™ve come to observe. Iâ€™d be the first to establish a church for the already deceased! It would be an historical day.â€ He could see the engineer was already getting either bored or annoyed with him and hurried to his point. â€œâ€¦Would you happen to know of anyone in town that is familiar with it?â€<br/><br/>â€œWellâ€¦ I reckon Miz Luccaâ€™d be mighty knowledgeable about that perticâ€™lar subject. Beinâ€™ the town witch anâ€™ all.â€<br/><br/>â€œIs there, perhaps, someone less intimately acquainted with the heathen sin of witchcraft that I could speak with?â€<br/><br/>The engineer laughed and shook his head. â€œMebbe the Sheriff, but Miz Luccaâ€™d probâ€™ly be yer best bet, moo cow. She runs the ranch anâ€™ the town stables.â€<br/><br/>Mohejere looked only a little ruffled at being called â€˜moo cowâ€™, displaying this with a rough snort. â€œThank you kindly, sir. And may Aurox watch over you,â€ he said in parting, not so pleased with his start.