Hobo Tough Now

When the sun finally cracked the horizon, bathing the desert in a deceptive, pale gold, the train slowed at a siding. The kid crawled out, stiff but alive. He looked at Artie, who was already lighting a hand-rolled cigarette with steady fingers.

Should we explore Artie's and what drove him to the rails, or hobo tough

"The steel wants to eat you," Artie said, leaning back against the vibrating wall. "It’s a giant heat-sink. Never sit directly on the floor when it's sub-zero. Sit on your pack. Or sit on your pride, if it’s thick enough." When the sun finally cracked the horizon, bathing