A short train consisting of one locomotive with a half dozen gondolas and a flatcar stood on the other side of the parking area. A bunch of men scrambled off the flatcar and headed toward the line of bunk cars. A few glanced curiously at Roane, but none of them said anything to him.
Then a new but badly dinged-up red pickup came roaring in, fishtailed in the gravel, and slid to a halt near the end car in the row. A short, corpulent man got out, stumbling as his feet hit the ground. He grabbed the side of the bed and held on for a few seconds before reeling off toward the last camp car in the row. A couple of young Latino guys got out on the other side and hurried after him.