Defiance on the Tracks: An Old Man’s Desperate Act to Save the Woodland
The wind, sharp and unforgiving, whipped around the solitary figure standing between the twin lines of steel. He was an old man, his face a map of etched lines, his clothes threadbare but sturdy. In his gnarled hands, he gripped a heavy, rusted length of railway tie, salvaged days ago from a forgotten siding. His…