Never is it easy to discern what’s in the mind of the indiscernible Avram Davidson, but I
suspect that he was on a train journey with a plethora of tourists—perhaps the California
Zephyr, which enters the majestic Rockies at a point just outside of Eldorado State
Park—and he thought to himself, “Just what would it take to pull my fellow travelers away
from that there card game?”
A wooly rhino appeared out of nowhere on the right side of the track, its red hide caked
with mud and dust, and paced the car for two miles; then it slackened and turned away,
was lost to sight.