I would like an opinion on this story I began to write. I honestly don't know how this will turn out, I just got a sudden inspiration to write. Tell me what you think.
No relation to the composer John Williams. Chapter 1
May 4th, 1869
New York State
John Williams was caught like a bird in a net. He stood on the rail platform amidst the people moving in every which way. John was attempting to board the train headed for San Francisco. John, a lawyer from Connecticut, was heading west to visit a relative, Amos Williams, and to start a new life. John and another lawyer had gotten into a heated argument, and John had struck the man in the head with his walking stick. The man went with a brain hemmorhage and later died. John was moving to escape all of this, to once again gain a clean slate. John was accompanied by one man, Amos Atkins, a family friend, who was also going west to escape past deeds. The duo focused all efforts on boarding the train, frequently getting cut off by porters running to and fro with bags, satchels, and all manner of luggage that one could bring. John had packed light, with only quite a bit of money, a Colt rifle, bullets, and the clothes on his back. A porter attempted to take John's bag, to which he was met with a casual push and a murmer of "No thank you, I can manage". John and Amos were making progress through the throng, only ten feet from the nearest carriage. The final boarding whistle blew, signaling for John and Amos to hurry onto the train. The two pushed through the final wall of people and jumped the small gap from platform to train and into a quite comfortable armchair-like seat in compartment twelve.
"I don't know what I would have done if we had missed this train." John commented as the train jittered into movement with a whistle and a puff of smoke. "These tickets were a fortune, and I barely managed to scrape them up." Amos added. "These tickets were $1,000, quite a pretty penny." John looked out the window to his right and saw the station fade away into the distance. The outside was a dark shade of green as the trees whistled by the window. John was curious as to the layout of such a train. He had been on trains before, but not one on such a grand scale. John got up and said "I just need to stretch my legs, I will be right back Amos." John walked to the next carriage, a dining carriage, set with white tablecloths and elegand silverware and ivory handled knives. The next carriage was the same, also a dining car. The next was a quite queer looking one, with small windows in the sides, which John learned were for hunting. The men would shoot out of the windows at the buffalo, seeing who could bag the most animals. John thought he might have to try this later on down the tracks on the Plains. The next car was a sleeping car, and the same after that. The farthest car was quite a strange one, different from the rest. It was painted all black and the door entering in was locked, with no windows to see inside. John walked all the way back to compartment twelve, recalling the strange car in every detail to Amos. They had a few ideas of what might be in there. John thought that the end car might be a luxury car, where few could go because only they had the key. Amos thought it might be a sort of hearse, carrying coffins. John dismissed the notion as ridiculous, but unluckily for him Amos was right.
*chapter 2 on page 2*
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