Clint rides into the town of Split Rail, Wyoming for no other reason than to stop for a meal and a bed before continuing on his way to . . . nowhere. He has no destination in mind, and is not on his way to help anybody who's in trouble. He's just . . . riding. Split Rail is a decent sized town with plenty of places to eat. He picks one that is pretty crowded, but gets himself a table in the back that nobody else seemed to want. Before he's served a woman comes over and asks if she can sit with him, since he's eating alone. Otherwise she can't get a table. She's lovely, so he agrees. They get along, end up in his hotel room for the night, and then agree to meet the next day. Only the next day she's nowhere to be found, and no one seems to remember her, not even the waiter in the restaurant. It's not that she's gone, it's as if she never existed. . .
