Almost out of quarters...

Over the engine, the conductor heard a steady beat. It was like some faraway drum from those indians he'd heard so much about.

A gunshot rang out!

The conductor turned his head and saw the infamous bandit, Robbie the King, on his white steed named Steve. The conductor urged his Iron Horse to move faster, but it seemed Robbie kept whatever pace the railway giant pulled.

As the sun began to set, it cast a shadow like doom upon the frightened conductor. It was then the conductor realized with horror...he was almost out of quarters.

This is my newest submission for Threadless. Hope you enjoyed the accompanying story!