Sixty-plus huddled in the boxcar; children, too tired and hungry to ask, “Are we there yet?”
Their parents prayed.
The train finally slowed to a crawl, and the families jumped off. All lumbered east towards abandoned houses silhouetted against the rising desert sun.
Shelter and ancient artesian wells fueled their hopes.
Las Vegas means "The Meadow"
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