Dusty man from a dusty road.

[man_with_no_name]

He'd been walking a trail for a long time. Mule'd run off at the first sign of trouble, meanin' he couldn't even bring back the bounties he'd brought in as a result of the ambush. Ah well. A few personal items, tucked away in the saddle bag over his shoulder, ought to be enough for the law.

And then...things changed. For a moment, the dust still swirled around him and then, it...settled. And he was somewhere else. For a moment surprise did its unexpected work, but then his hand was on the butt of his pistol. Whatever this place was, wherever it was, he'd figure out how he got here - and if anyone had brought him.

"All right," he said, "nice trick. You can come on out now."