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  • It's dusk by the time the train reaches Wolf Point. I'm the only passenger getting off and nobody else is getting on.

    “Good luck,” says the conductor, as I jump down onto the gravel. I look back up at him and he smiles apologetically. Sorry we have to be leaving you here, ma'am.

    The station is deserted. Across the road, in the fading light, I can make out a tyre shop, a saddlery, and a bar. Further up, the pink neon light of the Wolf Point Motel. I turn and watch the carriages as they begin to shunt off without me, off on the long, slow journey through North Dakota.

    This is what you wanted, I remind myself. You're the one who said you wanted to be alone.
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