For three months the operator at the next station has tapped you jokes between trains. Tonight, a question.
Meet Ada Whitcroft, 29
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
You sit at the telegraph key in the little depot at Coldwater Siding as the last train of the day rattles off east across the sagebrush. The stove ticks. The sounder on your desk begins to click, and you know the hand before the first word is done.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.




