We had to get a daylong check-up in Tucson so we missed the train–Stop #17. Nevertheless, Spike learned about the American west and the journey’s taken on horseback by earlier settlers and gold-diggers.
We hitched a ride after Benson and headed to Tombstone, Arizona. We kept our distance from the horse-drawn carriages as Spike wanted to introduce himself to the horses. They were busy transporting their patrons.
At Tombstone, we found that the wild-west was truly wild. The unfortunate stories told by those who lay at rest in Tombstone reflect a world of violence and constant unrest. It seems one had to always look over his or her shoulder and it wasn’t with the smiles that Spike and I were able to have while posing for our photo!
