Other Side of the Tracks.

Years ago in the Wild Wild West was a tribe of indigenous people whom had very little influence from the western expansion. Eventually the railroad would seek to pass through their lands and communities would have to collide.

A sheriff in the small town was good friends with the a tribal priest. They had befriended each other in their youth, developed and maintained a brotherly relationship and both became leaders in their separate yet connected communities. When the sheriff found out that the train would soon pass through their communities he immediately reached out to his friend the priest. Both of them where well aged, and in his wisdom knew communication was necessary to maintain the peaceful loving relationship between the two communities.

He rode his horse out to his dear friend and explained about the train. The priest had never seen a train before. After discussion it was agreed that the priest would join the sheriff on the train to go the city to meet the developers and planners. The priest also wanted to see the effect this “train” had on other towns and villages. He would report back to his village all that he had seen and learned from his adventure. The elders sent two young men with him to ensure his safety, assist him and also give their report as well.

When they boarded the train, they were overwhelmed with all the crafts, carts, tables, food and all the hustle and bustle. The priest was calm yet puzzled when the train began to move. The young men enjoyed the ride as they where reassured by the peaceful presence of the priest. After a few stops they finally made it to the city.

When the sheriff stepped off the train with three natives wearing clothes and hairstyles not usually seen in the city, everyone watched. The priest stepped down and put his hand on the side of the car. The two young men watched attentively as he went from car to car putting his hands on them. The sheriff had mentioned he was a priest, so many watching felt honored that the priest appeared to be praying for each car. Eventually it drew a crowd.

Then finally he reached the locomotive. When he placed his hand on it he pulled his hand back quickly! He turned to his dear friend the sheriff and said, “ahhhh now it all makes sense!” The sherif’s face was puzzled and the two young natives leaned in. The priest look at the two young men and said, “the boxes are like people, one hot box can pull many cold boxes!”