Man of the Desert w/ Direct link technology(A Western Adventure Story)

It was morning, high and clear as Arizona counts weather, and around the little railroad station were gathered a crowd of curious onlookers; seven Indians, three women from nearby shacks--drawn thither by the sight of the great private car that the night express had left on a side track--the usual number of loungers, a swarm of children, besides the station agent who had come out to watch proceedings.