He came to in darkness, in a town he didn't know, with an aching wound in his head, his shirt soaked in blood - and an empty holster on his hip. He didn't remember what had happened - or who he was; not even his own name... But one thing he did know, one thing that pounded along with the pain in his head: someone had tried to kill him, and would try again. For in the darkness he'd heard a whisper - "Ben Janish swore he'd got him!"

Not that time, but maybe the next time...