A Man Called Nobody

He woke beneath the Texas sun with blood on his head, a Colt in the dust, and no memory of who he was.

Nearby, a woman hung from the rafters of a ruined barn. In his pocket was a worn book with one name underlined: Nemo. Carved into his holster was the same name. 

But on a lonely wooden cross beside the trail, someone had left another word: NOBODY.