The legend of Johnson Loneliness

We made it to Heningsburgh on the westbound. Someone suggested the courier should take Johnson�s share back to his sister. It seemed a good idea at the time. After the cut we split up and never saw each other again.

Years later, I learned Little Lee died in a hunting accident. Then Hollander was ratted out and hanged in the city square. Sebulbah got the wrong end of a knife in a four-stud gone bad and Mickey Smith got shot in his sleep. The courier just vanished one day and was never heard from again. I knew then that he was coming for me.

In the little sleep I get, I�m back on the platform. We�re all there, about to set sail. But in my dream, I wait for him, and we all make it. Then I wake up and can�t go back to sleep. And not a day goes by that I don�t regret leaving him.