Graham Winchester was an army doc. He was trained for combat surgery, he had seen some action of his own. Squabbles, mostly. No real battles. Nothing too exciting. Instead, he mostly spent his days running a small clinic in Britain. But there's no action in Britain. No real money to be made. Indeed, America, on the frontier, was where it was at. Dangerous, and he knew it was, and risky, too. But he had no family aside from his mother and sisters, and they would not miss him too much.
Thus, he sat on the train, waiting to set up his clinic in good ol' America.
Thus, he sat on the train, waiting to set up his clinic in good ol' America.