Dozens of lassos whipped across Larry’s chest, before pinning the man to the old west miniature display. As his head cracked against the train tracks, the town’s mayor approached Larry from the side, accompanied by a red troop. 
	“Every night, year after year,” The old man’s body shook with disapproval, “One of you guards locks us up in these Boxes!” He exclaimed, “Well I hereby say sir, ENOUGH!” At his announcement the gathered townspeople cheered. From the corner of the scene Jedediah himself licked his lip with anticipation, before uttering a command: 
	“Fire up the Iron Horse boys.” At his command, from the end of the rails a powerful engine sounded, whistling smoke from the depths of a tunnel. Larry’s eyes widened, darting from cowboy to cowboy until he found Jedediah. 
	“Hey, Blonde-“ He started desperately, 
	“Th’ name’s Jedediah.” the horseman’s sky blue eyes met Larry’s urgency with the indifference of a prairie. 

	“Jedediah, stop the train please!” Larry pleaded.
	“Big no-can-do cracker Jack.” Jedediah replied. He silently wished the night guard simply accepted his fate. While the giant was obviously new, Jedediah’s people needed freedom. His forefathers hadn’t fought the British only to have their kin be constricted to a glorified container. Jedediah leaned back to ease his own anticipation of the inbound train…

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