Newgate, New York had a TV program about what was going on West of the Mississippi since the days when the Alamo was under siege by Santa Anna.  One person who greatly enjoyed the late-night program was Ventron Beelwin.  He wanted to be a missionary out there, but the Missions Department of the Newgate Baptist Temple prohibited missionaries from traveling to fields in this dimension.  If someone discovered that the missionary was from a technically advanced city in the Adirondacks, outsiders might invade it and ruin the work so many people were doing. 

Ventron had to settle for next-best thing.  After he completed his seminary work in 1879 he was assigned to a dimension that was similar to the American West.  There were aboriginals that the military was trying to subdue, criminals that roamed the streets of too many towns and cities, farmers and ranchers that often were in conflict, lawmen that were more like hired guns than peace officers, miners, explorers, hunters, shopkeepers, doctors, all sorts of people. 

Ventron decided to take a male biosyn and all the equipment and materials he believed he needed on the field with him along with a wagon that looked like that of a peddler.  But instead of hawking snake oil, he would be a wandering evangelist until he found a permanent home he could establish a church.  His reactor which provided him with power was small enough to be hid in a crate in the wagon.  The horses were synthetic which meant they didn’t need to be fed.  Maybe along the way he would find the woman God wanted him to marry so that he could be more readily accepted in a community. 

Ventron named his biosyn Grandis Morfino and had him drive the wagon as he studied his Bible and prepared messages for the crowds he hoped to attract to evangelical meetings.  He learned how to play the keyboard so that he could attract attention by playing Christian songs his biosyn could sing as he drove the wagon and sang at the meetings.  Grandis would be Ira Sankey to his D.L. Moody. 

The songs were soothing pieces of music so that the animals they came in contact with wouldn’t be frightened.  Grandis had a voice with a six octave range.  He could sing in a rumbling bass or belt out a song in a very high soprano.  As expected, Grandis’ singing drew in the crowds that heard him as he slowly drove the wagon through the countryside.