The White Rock Run Chap 1 V2The White Rock Run Chap 1 V2 by gh22
December 23rd, 1920, Fort Smith Arkansas.
It was a rather cold start to the day in Fort Smith, with the morning temperatures in the low thirties with a light sleet falling and no sign of it getting above the freezing mark at any point in the day. And as the shop workers, Firemen, Brakemen, Conductors, Switchmen and Engineers of the Frisco Railroad made their way to the yard most of them paid little heed to the falling sleet.
But all in all things were still quiet…..All except for the fourteen stall roundhouse. For inside, the roads newest locomotive, x-Pennsylvania RR USRA light Mikado No. 4003 was complaining about the cold weather. “This doesn't make any sense!” 4003 said with a groan, looking through the windows of the closed stall doors at the drifting sleet. “I arrived on this division during a average Southern Summer, and then experienced a typically dry southern wint
The White Rock Run Pt4The White Rock Run Pt4 by gh22
At the same time Michael had just returned to the yard still running tender first while the Brakeman rode atop Michael’s tender tank, acting as Mike’s eye’s for the backwards move.
They had just pulled off a switch leading to the yard when they heard the rapid chuffing of a rather large locomotive, Tucker brought Mike to a halt and was in the process of resetting the Johnson bar into the forward notch when they all heard the hoot of a deep noted six chime freight whistle.
“Oh no…” were the only words that escaped form Michael's mouth as the large black form of Amos thundered around a corner heading right at them his whistle howling loudly.
“Outta my way outcast!” Amos yelled has he bore down on them, Tucker, Patrick and the Brakeman where too frozen with fear to react as the 2-10-0 charged right at them.
But Mike showed no fear, with his Johnson Bar already set in the forward notch he knew what he had to do, and without Tucker’s inp