The man sat in the back of the stage coach and sighed. He was an odd one, and the other passengers gave him a wide berth. He was tall, and his clothes were neat, but somewhat strange, although none of them could say how, exactly.
He checked his big, brass pocket watch and made an impatient little noise. It was a long way to the next town.
He was going to miss his transit window, leaving him stuck in this time period for another year. He’d traveled through time, but still had to go through space the old fashioned way.