The Train Stops in Lincoln - That's Still Conquered

Walter reached that point his mother had customarily referred to as her wits end. Edward checked inside his lapel pocket, but his hand came back empty. Walter stood up to appeal to the familiar faces of the Western local. There were more people than he had ever seen in this car before. He would walk, and since the shortest route between stations was undoubtedly the rail line, he would go by the tracks. His sob was a few miles back in Lincoln.