Hobo Tough -

"How do you do it?" the kid asked. "How do you stay out here?"

Should we explore Artie's and what drove him to the rails, or hobo tough

"The steel wants to eat you," Artie said, leaning back against the vibrating wall. "It’s a giant heat-sink. Never sit directly on the floor when it's sub-zero. Sit on your pack. Or sit on your pride, if it’s thick enough." "How do you do it

The rails don’t hum anymore; they scream. Artie “Iron-Lung” Miller wasn’t built for the modern world, but he was forged for the steel road. He carried everything he owned in a canvas pack that smelled of woodsmoke and old copper. At sixty-four, his skin was the color of a cured tobacco leaf, mapped with scars from narrow misses and cold nights. Never sit directly on the floor when it's sub-zero