(Breif explanation: This is my 1st entry for the "Punked-with-Steam" group journal prompt. It's a little long, but I encourage you to read through and tell me what you think of it. enjoy!):
It was a scorching-hot day at the mines; a breeze only passed through the buffalo grasses now and then, but for those who lived in this region, the blistering July came as no surprise.
The miner's daughter stood at the mine's loading station with an electronic clipboard, overseeing the everyday regulations of the copper and other metallic ores that filled each coal cart, before the contents under-went processing and loading. She periodicall