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They called him Nite Train.
He was the old man on the hobo rail system. He told everyone he met a different story about how he came to be know as Nite Train. When times got tough he left town. He took the Nite Train and never looked back.
But he knew his life was just about over. Too many fights. Too many scars. Too many angry women. He was running out of places to hide from the world.
As he hopped on the last box car on the run to Chicago he knew it was his last Night Train.