Sitting around the fire that night is a familiar face around the camp. Chris is well known and liked, the kind of guy everyone has good memories of. Sure he has his vices drinking, cards, and women but with the present company no one seems to mind.

"So Jackie when's the next train bound outta here that's pretty simple to board?" he says a bit loudly, hoping for some input from the people in the know. "Why Chris? Seems ya been roun' these 'ere parts fer... Well since I been a knowin ya?" looking a bit perplexed. Chris has always been in Sanfield, never really dusted before. "Seems my family took a shine to some new outfit here. They took my niece in and well, they said they found some sorta cancer. They starts askin about getting me tested. I told em no way and my sister started acting kinda worried, askin questions I didn't like. I asked about my niece and they said she was staying up there at that doctors place for tests. I don't rightly know what they want, but I definitely didn't like their tone, so I decided to head back ta more o' my kin up in the hills. Lookin for a jumper ta Tennesse, figured you'd be the fellers ta ask." Everyone seems to offer some advice and agrees about them surgins'. Hell even Big Eddie said they told him he had the beetus, he said all it took was a couple of fifths and it was cured, god's own truth. "Yeah, I guess even if I got whatever this genetic thing is that got those doctors worried not much can be done for it. I prefer not knowin," as everyone agrees. They all give him some advice, some signs to be watchin for, and a few cans o' beans case he gets hungry. He listens, laughs and feels a lot better about his decision before he sees the train they were talking about start rumbling forward.

Under the cover of dark he sneaks up, throws in his sack, and hops aboard. Seems life has made up his mind about doing some traveling, at least before he gets sick.