Rosie had always loved trains. Everything about them drew her in, from the stoic way they danced across the plains to the ephemeral trail of smoke they pumped into the pure blue sky. The 4-4-0 she was traveling on wailed plaintively as it left the station and picked up speed. If she hadn’t already been occupied with living a life of sin, she would surely have found an honest job tending the coals or maintaining the railroad lines. For now, though, it was hard to beat the thrill of a high-stakes robbery. She was no murderer, but those unfortunate enough to cross her path had no idea how far she would go to get what she wanted. Most of the time, the gold she spirited away was reward enough. Lately, however, she had come to appreciate the subtler details of her crimes: the mix of hatred and fear in her victims’ eyes, the pause most people had before reluctantly entering the combination to a safe, the defeated posture of a man who lost it all.