The wind buffeted us, making me fearful that we would crash, but Calamity’s course stayed true.
We landed… and I immediately slipped and fell in the mud.
Calamity barked a laugh. I shook really hard, flinging at least half of the mud onto him, and then laughed too.
But then we stopped. Virtue or not, there was a time and a place for laughter. And this wasn’t it. I floated my binoculars over to Calamity and then pulled out the sniper rifle to peer down its scope at the collection of dilapidated wooden buildings, derailed boxcars, makeshift metal structures and slave cages that made up old Appleloosa. The train was just pulling in."
Fallout: Equestria — Chapter Six: The Truth of the Matter