Chapter 17: Later That Night….
Marya and Crittendon rode off into the dusky sunset in the car Carter had fixed for them. Our two heroes made their way to the nearest set of tracks.
As they approached the track, they noticed a woman lying across them, crying hysterically.
"Excuse me, ma'am, what's wrong?" asked Carter.
"No one loves me anymore!" she wailed.
"What's your name?" asked Hogan of the beautiful, pathetic creature before him.
"Anna…. I don't want to live!" She was inconsolable.
The two, sensing that this was her fate, moved down the track and began laying their dynamite. They set the charges for a half an hour, and our heroes made their way back to camp.
A/N and Disclaimer: Hey! New infringement! We don't own the book Anna Karinina, that work of genius belongs to Lev Tolstoy, but truth be told, Cody Lbrought it to life and inspired us. Still don't own Hogan, or his heroes. Russian Class… Oy. Hey! I was there. We still laugh about that, specifically that Stalin was in the engine of the 'train'.