One scene in my newly released novel, the long shot, focuses on silk trains that secretly brought in coachloads of the forbidden silk worms into New York during the early 1900s.
"Silkworms come into Vancouver Harbor di-rect from Hong Kong in Jay-pan to the rail yards. Thems gets loaded onto special heated cars. Under guard with orders shoot to kill anyone who delays the packing and training out. Each train worth mebbe five, six million dollars."
"Hong Kong is in China, not Japan," a well-dressed man said.
"Don’t make no never mind," the old-timer said as he let fly a wad of chaw that hit the edge of one wooden bench with a twang.