Dead Aggies Don't Drive Trains

Skullduggery on the Mailpie Line... Rex Albert, widowed, unemployed, and on the downhill side of middle age, had nothing better to do the day he drove along a soon-to-be-abandoned railroad line through the New Mexico desert. Then he ran across Comunicado Junction, spur to a twice-failed speculators’ dream from the turn of the last century. Little did he know that he was about to enter a portal into history - his own included. Of course, it wasn’t all quite legal, and a couple of people had died, and he might be next, but those things happen.