There's A Stranger In Town

He wandered through the badlands with little or no purpose. Most men did not know who he was, or why he did what he did. He was many things to many men. Some men viewed him as he was, a man of few words and many mysteries. A wanderer that seemed to be running from something, something even he wasn't sure of. Others saw him as something more than a man, as a spirit that moved through the realms of the living and the dead.
The only thing that was sure about him, was that there was nothing sure about him. He was a mystery man of the purest sense. A stranger.