Instead, I sat down on one of the old benches placed on the platform for passengers to use. Here is where I'd first seen the Girl; I thought I might see her again. But why? For it was just as likely I'd see her in Spirit Lake or on the grounds of the Devereau house or at the Belle Ruin.
The train began to move, and between the cars I caught glimpses of that flat and empty landscape across the track. When the last car had passed, I could see that line of dark trees, standing in a regimental way, solid as soldiers. Then they seemed to sway a little as I looked, the way things appear to move if you stare at them long enough.
I wondered if the trees stood there at the edge of the dark, guarding a great mystery.
Or was all of this just my riotous imagination?
OTHER WORKS BY MARTHA GRIMES
The End of the Pier
Hotel Paradise
Biting the Moon
The Train Now Departing
Cold Flat Junction
Foul Matter
Belle Ruin
Dakota