Clickity-clack, clickety-clack. George was so used to the various clunks, bangs, whines, and screams of the trains that he worked on and around every day, that he no longer heard any of the normal noises. Today was different though. Today he was expecting a very special delivery, one that was coming by cargo ship from the other side of the world. As such, he was keenly aware of every sound of the rail yard, and each time he heard a horse and cart pull up, he waited.

The smell of salt aged leather caught George’s attention and he looked up from his work to see a ship’s captain standing in the doorway.

“I’m looking for George MacDonald, I’ve been told he’ll be the guard on the Toowoomba train this afternoon.”

“Ah, you have my precious cargo?” asked George with a smile and humour in his voice.

George didn’t hear the Captain’s reply as he moved to the doorway in anticipation. Linda was here, and he scooped her up in his arms. As she buried her head into his shoulder and sobbed, he could smell the salty sea spray that clung to her hair and clothes, and he could feel her trembling and shaking from her crying.

George held the child tight as he comforted the eight year old girl, “Hush now, I’m here.”

Close by, a train whistle screamed loudly, and George felt Linda start at the sudden noise. Thanking the Captain, George took Linda’s bag and hurried to the waiting train.

The train jolted and clunked as it started its journey back to Toowoomba, Linda safely on board, and George working as Guard. Clickity-clack, clickety-clack.

This story is fiction as it is currently unknown how Linda actually arrived into George’s family and what their relationship was prior to that event. Other stories have also been written about this event, all are fiction.