It seems that people can't leave Billy alone.  Even after his death, As towns go, this one was fairly sizeable.  It was big enough to host two highways, in that we were able to adjust our course from a westerly direction to a northerly one and not have to travel across any gravel or dirt roads.  The fact that the boy saw -- and photographed -- yet another train was just a bonus, I guess...  

There's some historical stuff in this place other than Billy.  But it wasn't on our agenda.  Oh well.	It seems Billy's gravestone has been stolen twice.  So it's caged in like a pet gerbil.	Indeed, this is apparently the holy grail to gravestone thieves.
This Maxwell guy apparently did a fair amount of stuff to further the Southwest.  Good for him.	Another of those explanation and historical markers.  Whatever - like my hat?	The longer version of the stolen gravestone story.  And a good place to rest your webbed feet.