Iron Horse is a thrilling adventure novel set in the American Wild West during the construction of the first transcontinental railroad. The story follows the protagonist, Tom, a young engineer who joins the Union Pacific Railroad as they race to lay tracks across the rugged terrain and face challenges from both nature and their competitors.

Robert Michael Ballantyne weaves a tale of determination, courage, and sacrifice as Tom and his crew push through setbacks and dangers to complete their monumental task. The author's vivid descriptions bring the landscape to life, transporting the reader to the harsh and unforgiving world of the 19th-century American frontier.

The characters are well-developed and engaging, each with their own motivations and flaws. Tom's growth and development throughout the novel make him a relatable and likable protagonist, while the supporting cast adds depth and complexity to the story.

Overall, Iron Horse is a captivating read that combines history, action, and suspense in a compelling narrative. Ballantyne's attention to detail and historical accuracy make this novel a must-read for fans of Western fiction and adventure stories.

Book Description:
“Is that your bundle, sir?” repeated Mr Blunt a little louder. “Eh? yes, yes—all right,” replied Edwin, annoyed at the interruption, and thinking only of Emma Lee, to whom he turned, and went on—“Well, when Colonel Jones had scaled the first wall—” “Come, sir,” said Blunt, entering the carriage, and laying his hand on Edwin’s shoulder, “it’s not all right. This is another man’s property.” The youth turned round indignantly, and, with a flushed countenance, said, “What do you mean?” “I mean that you are travelling with another man’s property,” said Blunt, quietly pointing to the strapped rug. “That is not my property,” said Edwin, looking at it with a perplexed air, “I never said it was.” “Didn’t you though?” exclaimed Blunt, with an appealing look to the captain. “Didn’t you say, when I asked you, ‘Yes, it’s all right.’ Moreover, young man, if it’s not yours, why did you bring it into the carriage with you?” “I did not bring it into the carriage,” said Edwin, firmly, and with increasing indignation. “I came down to this train with a lady, who is now in it, and who can vouch for it that I brought no luggage of any kind with me. I—”