Marty just watched as the serene countryside flowed past him, his mouth forming a small, "o' in surprise.
"we're in... we're...." he gasped
Just then, Doc came running through the door to the caboose, slamming it behind him
"DOC!" Marty cried, "how have ya been?? I- Doc?"
The scientist was now sitting heavily on the elaborate metal railing. He wasn't smiling.
" Marty it's good to see you too, but I'm afraid that your jumping on the train like that
was no coincidence, we-we came to collect you for a reason.
Now Clara was frowning too. Marty felt his stomache lurch. Was there something wrong with his future?
- or past?
Trying not to think about this mystery and enjoy his first day back in 1885, Marty looked ahead
to see the railroad station pulling into view. One single railroad conductor was standing on the
dusty platform, smiling a toothless smile.
"Old Bill," Clara said, once again as though she had read Marty's thoughts. "Doc has given up
the blacksmith job, and have told the town that now he's a railraad conductor. The wouldn't understand,
of course. Clara and Doc shifted uncomfortably were they sat.
Doc rushed up the cattle cars to the conductor's seat, Marty close behind, and pulled hard on a lever. The
Train came screechily to a stop.
"Hiya Mista Brown!' Old Bill greeted him as Doc climbed off the train. "And Ma'am," he added, bowing
slightly. "An' whose dis feller?" he asked, eyeing Marty's futuristic clothes suspiciously.
Doc cleared his throat. " er.. Miles Hoften, here to help me with some of my latest inventions"
Old Bill chuckled."ya think them strange mockasins gonna be on the market next? harharhar"
Doc smiled weakly at Marty's Nikes
"Anyway, Bill, how about my carriage then?"
"right over there Mista'!" Bill said, tossing his head in the direction of a wooden cart with two
horses hitched to it.
"thank you" Doc replied, quickly ushering Marty away from the old man.
"good old 1885" Marty said, climbing into the cart.
"You'll have to be careful Marty" Doc said urgently. "here, put this on" He handed Marty a long poncho and a cowboy
hat, as well as some boots.
With one "yah!" and a slap of the reins, they were off down the familiar dirt roads, horses kicking up dust behind.
******
woh, this is soo wierd doc!" what happened to this place?"
Marty was expecting to see a long, dirt raod main street, a few buildings, and a half finished clock tower,
like it had been when he'd last came. But instead, the town was so BIG. There were huge brick buildings,
a fine cobblestone street, and the clock tower stood proudly at the end of main street, completely
finished and gleaming in the sunlight.
"what happened?!" Marty asked, his eyes going wide Doc laughed. "Marty, your just not thinking fourth
dementionally!"
Marty rolled his eyes.
You see" Doc explained. "even though its only been a few months since you've been in 1885, I've been living here for four fourteen years- its now
1899!!"
Marty stared, 'what!" he said
"Come on," Clara broke in, "come and see our home!"
In a few short minutes, Marty was standing outside a happy yellow cottage, with a picket fence. Two dappled- gray ponies
were grazing nonchalantly in a nieghboring field.
Suddenly, a pair of young boys in brown trousers, and creme shirts came running out, greeting Doc with a hug.
'Hello boys!" he said cheerily. "I believe you've met Marty, my friend from the future? Marty, you remember Jewels and Vern?"
The boys waved calmly, as though people from the future always turned up at thier house.
"Come on inside" Clara advised.
The house was small but cozy, with a table and a few chairs sitting around it. a stove sat in the corner, and many other odd
metal objects were strewn around the room on side tables, no doubt some of Doc's newest inventions.
After Clara had made him a cup of tea, Marty remebered about the thing that she and Doc had mentioned on the train that they didn't
sound to happy about.
"Um, Doc?" he asked, not knowing how to begin
'he wants to know why we brought ihm back here" Clara said knowingly, winking at Marty, who just
stared in amazement.
Doc sighed, and gave Marty a newspaper from the table. The headline read, in huge, bold letters
"TANNON GOES ON NEWSIE RAMPAGE, OVER 150 DIE"
"we're in... we're...." he gasped
Just then, Doc came running through the door to the caboose, slamming it behind him
"DOC!" Marty cried, "how have ya been?? I- Doc?"
The scientist was now sitting heavily on the elaborate metal railing. He wasn't smiling.
" Marty it's good to see you too, but I'm afraid that your jumping on the train like that
was no coincidence, we-we came to collect you for a reason.
Now Clara was frowning too. Marty felt his stomache lurch. Was there something wrong with his future?
- or past?
Trying not to think about this mystery and enjoy his first day back in 1885, Marty looked ahead
to see the railroad station pulling into view. One single railroad conductor was standing on the
dusty platform, smiling a toothless smile.
"Old Bill," Clara said, once again as though she had read Marty's thoughts. "Doc has given up
the blacksmith job, and have told the town that now he's a railraad conductor. The wouldn't understand,
of course. Clara and Doc shifted uncomfortably were they sat.
Doc rushed up the cattle cars to the conductor's seat, Marty close behind, and pulled hard on a lever. The
Train came screechily to a stop.
"Hiya Mista Brown!' Old Bill greeted him as Doc climbed off the train. "And Ma'am," he added, bowing
slightly. "An' whose dis feller?" he asked, eyeing Marty's futuristic clothes suspiciously.
Doc cleared his throat. " er.. Miles Hoften, here to help me with some of my latest inventions"
Old Bill chuckled."ya think them strange mockasins gonna be on the market next? harharhar"
Doc smiled weakly at Marty's Nikes
"Anyway, Bill, how about my carriage then?"
"right over there Mista'!" Bill said, tossing his head in the direction of a wooden cart with two
horses hitched to it.
"thank you" Doc replied, quickly ushering Marty away from the old man.
"good old 1885" Marty said, climbing into the cart.
"You'll have to be careful Marty" Doc said urgently. "here, put this on" He handed Marty a long poncho and a cowboy
hat, as well as some boots.
With one "yah!" and a slap of the reins, they were off down the familiar dirt roads, horses kicking up dust behind.
******
woh, this is soo wierd doc!" what happened to this place?"
Marty was expecting to see a long, dirt raod main street, a few buildings, and a half finished clock tower,
like it had been when he'd last came. But instead, the town was so BIG. There were huge brick buildings,
a fine cobblestone street, and the clock tower stood proudly at the end of main street, completely
finished and gleaming in the sunlight.
"what happened?!" Marty asked, his eyes going wide Doc laughed. "Marty, your just not thinking fourth
dementionally!"
Marty rolled his eyes.
You see" Doc explained. "even though its only been a few months since you've been in 1885, I've been living here for four fourteen years- its now
1899!!"
Marty stared, 'what!" he said
"Come on," Clara broke in, "come and see our home!"
In a few short minutes, Marty was standing outside a happy yellow cottage, with a picket fence. Two dappled- gray ponies
were grazing nonchalantly in a nieghboring field.
Suddenly, a pair of young boys in brown trousers, and creme shirts came running out, greeting Doc with a hug.
'Hello boys!" he said cheerily. "I believe you've met Marty, my friend from the future? Marty, you remember Jewels and Vern?"
The boys waved calmly, as though people from the future always turned up at thier house.
"Come on inside" Clara advised.
The house was small but cozy, with a table and a few chairs sitting around it. a stove sat in the corner, and many other odd
metal objects were strewn around the room on side tables, no doubt some of Doc's newest inventions.
After Clara had made him a cup of tea, Marty remebered about the thing that she and Doc had mentioned on the train that they didn't
sound to happy about.
"Um, Doc?" he asked, not knowing how to begin
'he wants to know why we brought ihm back here" Clara said knowingly, winking at Marty, who just
stared in amazement.
Doc sighed, and gave Marty a newspaper from the table. The headline read, in huge, bold letters
"TANNON GOES ON NEWSIE RAMPAGE, OVER 150 DIE"