Best Worst Day Ever
by Shanawolf
First published
Join Coal Fire as he relates one of the oddest series of events in his railroading career.
The run started like any other. A nice morning, getting his crew's next assignment. Then an unfortunate series of events send the whole works into oddity and chaos. Can Coal and the crew keep to the schedule? Will he survive to collect his railroad pension? Will he ever be able to give a believable report to the Chief Dispatcher?
Read and find out.
Part 1
Best Worst Day Ever
Part 1
Author's note: This is the inspiration for my continuing story of the railways of Equestria and the ponies who keep it running so smoothly – most of the time.
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Most ponies never give the railways a lot of thought. They see the trains streaking across the fields or along mountain cuts. They wait patiently or sometimes not so patiently at the depot or a crossing for a train. Their groceries and goods arrive on shop shelves as if by unicorn magic. They expect that if they have bought a ticket, they will reach their destination on time without a care.
We in the Railway Service pride ourselves on running the railways with precision and professionalism. And most of the time that is exactly what happens. Small problems are dealt with swiftly and by the book. Larger problems are dealt with as quickly and unobtrusively as possible, again by the book. And then there are the days when it seems the book has flown out the window and you have to rely on experience, ingenuity and most of all patience. This just happened to be one of those days.
It was a nice morning. Luna’s moon had already receded as Celestia’s sun was just rising over the horizon. I arrived at the engine house to the aromas of hot steam, hot oils, hot metal, and hot coffee. Nothing beats the smell of the locomotive shop, nothing at all.
I talked with Hoss, our hostler about the weather and how my lovely little lady ol’ 99 was doing this morning. I know Hoss had had a real name at some point, but over the years his nickname had just become all he was known by. He was a large grey stallion with ochre mane and a funnel for his mark; easily a hoof taller than almost every other pony but a good natured sort. He said 99 was well up to pressure, full of water and that he had fixed the bearing on the piston rod I had noticed the day before. I did my usual oiling and inspection and then signed the sheet and took possession of my lovely 99. By this time Tie Rod, my firecolt, had arrived at the shop and we moved 99 out into the yard.
Leaving 99 with Tie, I trotted over to the yard office to get our orders for the day. Amber light, our conductor, was already there talking with the assignment desk. The frown on her pretty yellow muzzle gave me pause. “You’re not going to like this Coal” she shook her head. “We pulled the long run to Salt Lick.” I winced slightly. The long run wasn’t that bad, but it was an over night passenger through some fairly desolate country. And worse, the Buffalo had started to become more aggressive as the new settlements were spreading through their old stampeding grounds. “Oh, it get’s better” she snorted. “We have a special pick up at Ponyville.” The evil glint in her eye said it all.
“Apples?” I replied cautiously.
“Oh yea!” she exclaimed. “Seems they have hired a special car and added a whole hour to our schedule just to load it. That and they hired out an entire pullmane for their hired hooves."
I let out a long whistle. The Apples were fairly nice folks; huge clan and very proud of their produce. In fact, one of my best friends is an Apple. However, the little filly who had taken the reigns of the family’s farm in Ponyville was a special piece of work. Her brother Mac was a good natured fellow, but his sister; she was as obsessive and protective of their farm, product and prices as any big-wig business broker in New Yoke City. A truly ruthless business mare, and stubborn as the day was long.
The yard crew had pulled our train of six Pullmanes and the private sleeping car and set out at the station platform. Amber and the rest of the train crew went to work in the train helping passengers and loading baggage while Tie and I did our usual busy work to be sure we and 99 were ready for the long hours ahead.
The run started out fine and everything was running like clockwork, that is until we were coming down grade into Ingram about 60 miles from Bittsburg. I noticed a slight pop from the exhaust and then the sound shifted ever so slightly. Tie looked over at me "You heard it too Coal?" he asked. I grimaced, "Unfortunately!" was my only reply. Needless to say we were watching the gauges and listening closer than normal as we ran along at speed. At Ingram station I did my usual oiling and walk around and didn’t really notice anything outwardly wrong. Still, that pop just didn’t sound right. As we pulled out of the station the exhaust was still sounding off. As we headed up the last grade before Bittsburg the sound shifted again and the engine became sluggish to respond and slowed more than normal for the grade. Alarm bells went off in my head as now I was sure something had gotten fouled somewhere in the works.
I eased the train into Bittsburg station only 35 seconds late. Once stopped, I waved Amber over to the loc. from the platform and explained the situation to her. Bittsburg was a regular two hour stop and normally the engine would be pulled off and watered anyway, but I mentioned I would talk with the shop and see if we could track down and fix the problem before departure time.
Tie and I pulled the locomotive from the train and headed into the trackage for the engine shops. Luckily Flux was on duty this morning. Her brother Solder was the shop foreman but Flux was the chief boiler fitter and the design engineer for many of the best innovations on the ever expanding railway.
She had me back ol' 99 into one of the stalls and swore an oath to Nightmare Moon as soon as she heard the cuff of the exhaust. “Well, this ain’t good.” She exclaimed coming up the ramp from the inspection pit several minutes later. “Piston’s’ cracked and our welder is on the fritz. If Rod were here he could weld it with magic, but his wife is about to foal and they are in Manehatten with her family waiting for the blessed event.” “Shoot Coal, 99’s model is being phased out and all our spares were shipped to New Yoke. Heck, I don’t even have a spare Loc. I can lend you for your run. Three of our stable are out of commission until we can replace the lot of bad gems we had installed a month ago. And the rest are assigned and would take a few hours to even clear to get back here. I’m stumped—better call the Honcho.”
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That honcho just happened to be my own Uncle Wheeler – Superintendent of the division. Luckily the division office was part of the yard complex and soon Uncle Wheeler was trotting over to the shop. “Blast it all to the moon!” he swore when Flux explained the situation. “I told them at central that I needed three spares moved over here to replace the ones shopped for bad gems, but those cold fires couldn’t be bothered to get off their flanks and push paper if diamond dogs were at their throats!” He glanced at the large shop clock hanging on the wall. “Coal your train is due out in thirty-five minutes. You’re on a special order aren’t you?” "Yes sir," I acknowledged. “Special car for Ponyville and an extra hour built into the schedule for the pick up.”
“Just great!” The vein along his neck began to bulge.
As he was looking out over the yard a small smile crossed his muzzle. “It might just work” he nearly whispered. The next thing I saw was Uncle Wheeler bolting through the yard towards the track gang that had just left their shack to begin the days maintenance work.
After a short talk with the gang, he was rushing back to the shop and the crew had run frantically back into the shack.
Uncle Wheeler wasn’t a young colt any more and when he arrived at the shop he was nearly out of breath. Sweat pouring down his mane into his eyes. “Jasper” he wheezed. “His crew are getting their harnesses” he panted, “They’ll pull the train.”
Realization finally dawned on me. Jasper and his maintenance crew were the division’s star attraction at the annual Old Railroad Days Fair. At the beginning of the railways, before locomotives, trains had been pulled by teams of strong, mostly earth, ponies. To keep the tradition alive, Jasper and his team practiced in harness as a team and could pull a decent train at speed for the exhibitions.
Soon the team were ready and four ponies were pulling ol’ 99 out of the stall and backing it onto our train. Flux had removed the connecting rods for the pistons and valves so the wheels would move freely and not cause any more damage to the pistons or the cylinders. She kept the offending piston and promised to send word to the shop in Salt Lick City to have a new one ready for replacement when we arrived.
I spoke with Jasper and worked out our signaling and breaking requirements. Tie and I had to remain in the cab and keep up minimal steam to operate the train breaks and provide the necessary signaling with whistle or bell. Steam from the engine was also needed to feed the coaches with heat to keep the passengers comfortable during the run.
A crowd had gathered at the depot at the sight of an actual pony team being put on the head of a real train. And as we received the clear signal I tooted the whistle while Tie rang the bell as Jasper and his team bore their hooves into the ballast between the tracks.
Being pony pulled was very different than running the train with just the locomotive. I had to be very careful the train didn’t edge up on the team as we were descending even mild grades and had to be even more cautious in using the breaks lest I stop too quickly and jerk the team back in their harnesses. If things got out of hand, either Jasper or I could pull the quick release and the team would be free to get out of the way if the train got out of control.
Before long we had fallen into a good working rhythm. Jasper had a regular set of signals using his ears like semaphores so he could communicate to his team and myself from the lead position at the head of the team. I communicated using our whistle in standard code.
My Uncle Wheeler had been a team leader just as steam locomotives were being used on the railways, and this experience was giving me a new found respect for the old stallion’s accomplishments in his youth. Racing along the line under pony power reminded me of the first time I ever saw a locomotive, and Uncle Wheeler was at her controls. It was that event that eventually gave me my mark and started my own journey into the life of a railpony. But that is a story for another time.
Part 2
Best Worst Day Ever
Part 2
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When we arrived at Hoofington we received new orders. Uncle Wheeler had adjusted our schedule to allow for regular rest breaks for the team pulling our train.
Jasper and the crew were doing a fine job, and owing to the physical nature of their regular work, had stamina to spare; but they had never seen full team duty before.
The new schedule added an extra fifteen minutes to every third stop along our route regardless and an extra 30 minutes for the team to ”go to beans”, as we railroader’s like to say every six hours. And the way the team was working they needed all the calories they could hold. Arrangements had also been made along the line with volunteers to swap out with the regular team ponies at decent intervals. This let one of the team rest in rotation for a few hours before being back in the harness. Jasper would swap with his team second, Duster, so there would always be an experienced hoof leading the team.
We arrived in Ponyville seven minutes late. As soon as the brakes were set and I whistled to Amber that passengers could detrain, I noticed a very familiar orange pony wearing her trademark cowpony hat march in a bee-line straight from the depot to poor Amber.
I winced as the young farm-pony began conversing with our conductor. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but I’m sure the young mare was none too pleased with our timing, even with the extraordinary circumstances.
As the porters assisted the remaining passengers from the train, Amber had begun to walk along the platform in our direction, the orange pony right along side her, still in conversation.
“an I don’t recall ever havin’ to put up with waitin’ this long for a train; especially one I’ve paid extra for, for such a special trip and all!” The orange earth pony stopped to take a breath when she glanced up to the cab. “Oh, Coal, it’s you.” She looked exasperated.
“Hi AJ.” I smiled “Having a bad day?”
“You could say that. But if you’re here, and you’re late, I guess there is a good enough reason. It’s just that this trip is very special to me, an’ to the family…”
“You know we’ll do our best for you AJ. Now…” I looked over to Amber. “if we are clear of passengers we can move the train into the siding and start loading this special cargo of hers, right Mrs. Conductor?” Amber gave me a glare only years of working together could explain. A combination of thank you and you’ve got a whole lot of explaining to do mister.
“Let me check with my porters and I’ll signal you when we are clear.” she said and excused herself from AJ and myself.
As Amber entered the first car I turned to Applejack. “So, what is so important that you of all ponies would spend the extra bits to hire two full cars?”
“A very special passenger Coal; speaking of which I should go check on him. We’ve been waitin’ in the sun so long I don’t want him dryin’ out.” And with that she trotted back along the train to the far end of the siding.
We backed the train into the siding to clear the main line for other trains and the team took one of their scheduled rests. I had Tie go to the bistro in town to get us some lunch.
I started my usual oiling and inspection, when the commotion at the rear of the train caught my eye. I stood there for a moment just staring as AJ, Big Macintosh and two of our porters were trying to get what looked like a huge tree, still fully branched with leaves and all into the private sleeping car. Amber, who was well out of the way playing supervisor with the station agent, caught my eye and slowly shook her head, wide eyed as if to say “I haven’t a clue either.” I resumed my inspection.
Surprisingly, the tree made it into the private car without too much fuss, and we moved the train back to the platform to receive the regular passengers. Tie arrived with lunch just in time to see the last of the passengers board. “Did you get a look at the special passengers with the Apples?” Tie asked as I took a bite of my rye on wheat with extra sprouts. “It’s the same mares from last Summer Sun festival. The ones that took on the Nightmare? I recognized them from the papers.” He was beaming and trying to look back along the train, obviously trying to catch another glimpse of them. Tie always was a pony with his head to the stars. Not Luna’s beautiful jewels in the heavens, but the earthly variety mostly found in tabloid papers and gossip magazines.
I was about to say something witty when Amber’s whistle blew and I looked back to acknowledge her waving flag. I was about to give the start signal to Jasper and the pulling team when two ponies hurried onto the platform heading for the train along with the station agent frantically waving a red flag in my direction. After a hurried conversation with Amber a brown earth stallion and a grey pegasus mare I recognized as the local postal pony, toted a large chest into the car directly behind our locomotive and hurried inside themselves. Click-clack the station agent nodded to a very perplexed Amber who once again blew her whistle and waved her flag for us to finally resume our schedule. I acknowledged with a whistle and signaled the team to start out. We were seven minutes, twenty-six seconds late.
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The rest of the day was fairly uneventful. By evening we had made up our seven minutes and were working hard in the final miles before we would enter the arid badlands of the prairie. At our scheduled watering stop Jasper and the team rested as passengers were let out for diner if they so chose. I left Tie to look after the engine as I headed into the depot to check on the line report. Amber trotted up to me with her report in her saddlebag. “So.. Coal..” she asked coyly, “I didn’t know you were quite that friendly with the apple baroness of Sweet Apple Acres.”
“I’m not. I just know her brother Mac and we’ve talked a few times, AJ and I” I replied, trying to quell the conversation. “Besides, she’s much too young for me Amber; you should know that.”
Amber just winked. “Still have a thing for the teacher huh? When are you going to give that up and find some filly that will be good to you Coal?”
“I’ve tired Amber, I’ve tried. With our crazy schedules and commitment to the road, there just isn’t much I can offer any mare other than an empty house and a few days every few weeks at home. No, Cheerilee was my one shot, and we both know how that ended.”
Amber nodded as we entered the depot office. “Mares before squares”, I bowed mockingly as I let her enter first.
“Good. Amber, Coal, glad you made it safe and sound!” The big sea-green stallion rose from behind his desk. Boomer Highstack was an old time railpony, with more years in service than even Uncle Wheeler. He had held nearly every job on the line at one time or another and had worked for the railroad seemingly since before the first rail was laid. His flank-mark, a typical hobo’s bundle on a stick, fit him well, for if ever there was a pony with a wandering streak it was Boomer. “I saw your team pulling you in as you arrived. Brings back memories. Everything working well under the circumstances?”
“Yes sir” Amber and I replied as one.
“Good.” He was looking out the office window at our train. “You have some very important passengers that need to make their destination on time and in one piece.” There was worry in his voice.
“Don’t worry sir,” I replied, “We’ll get the tree safely to Appleoosa.”
“I don’t care about any moon bound tree for Appleoosa Coal!” Boomer spat. “Amber..”
“I haven’t had a chance to tell him yet High, they got on board just before we pulled out.” Amber retorted.
Boomer rubbed at his temple with a hoof. “Cole, this may be one of the most important runs in the road’s history. You have envoys under the Princess’s seal riding with you and they and their cargo are the most important thing in Equestria as far as we are concerned at the moment. We don’t know what they are carrying and officially they aren't even here, but they must make it to Salt lick at all costs. If it wasn’t for these bad gems cascading along the line we could have gotten you another locomotive, but we’re stuck with what we have. This is just too important.”
"Now for the good news” Boomer smiled, trying to make lite of a bad situation. “The Buffalo have been fairly quiet along the line lately. But, we’re afraid that might just be them waiting for a good time to retaliate for some new affront they believe the settlers have caused them. There have been a good number of them near Appleoosa for a while now and tensions seem to be building there. I know you have a drop there, so take care of that as soon as possible and for Celestia’s sake, keep to schedule. I don’t care if you have to ruin the road, get those envoys to Salt Lick.”
With that Amber and I headed back out to the train. Neither of us said a word on the walk back.