Chapter Thirty-five

Silas lost track of time, succumbing to sickness. Helped through the worst of it by the Johansen family, who never once questioned his humanity because of the color of his skin. They were good people who became his friends, and eventually, his neighbors.

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Two days after the storm, the train company found Silas sitting on a bed placed by the kitchen stove wrapped in blankets to ward off the chills, his ears and face showing frostbite damage.

They believed the story; Karl had been right. They all believed the hard Swede had kicked a man off his train during a terrible winter storm.

In the end, the wreck and dead engineer were a small price to pay for the lives of the people saved on that fateful night.

Only Silas knew the truth.

It was hard to walk in winter storms after that night.