Dawn was a creepin' up over the horizon ahead. I had been walkin' these here rails for days. No food, no water, no idea of who I am or how I got here, or hell, even where HERE is.

Through the mornin' mist I could make out a small town up ahead. My sore feet quickened their pace with the thought of cool, clear, water a pourin' over my swollen tongue. My mind started workin'. Maybe there is an Inn that I can rent a room at. Maybe there's a doctor to look at that big knot on my noggin' and tell me why I can't remember damn near anythin'. Maybe there is a dinner I can buy some breakfast and a pretty little lady to serve it up for me. I got plenty of money in nap sack.

As I stepped off the rails for the first time in days I was whistling a happy tune and wonderin' what town this could be. I was followin' the dirt road leading into town when I spotted a sign up ahead on a post. The sign read Dogwood County Limits population...

That's when I spotted it. The sign tacked up just under it that read, "Wanted - Dusty McCoy, for robbing the Dogwood County Savings and Loan. The fellow in the picture below looked very familiar. It was the first real memory I had since I woke up on the side of the tracks a few days ago. Yep, I felt like I've know this fella for my entire life. Happy to have remembered something I headed on down the road excited for all the good things that were a comin' my way.



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