She came from the East. Daisy Dog was the first to see her. There was a standoff until the Dog With No Name retreated into the darkness.
The night can be dangerous with bandits, highwaymen and coyotes prowling in the night. We decided to search for the Dog With No Name. We searched the trails. We searched the hills. We searched the neighboring homestead.
She was sitting in the shadows watching us closely. Only the moonlight gave away location of the Dog With No Name. Unsure of these strangers, she slowly approached. We offered her a drink and a warm place to bed down. 
At first, the Dog With No Name was cautious in her new surroundings. She and Daisy Dog eyed each other but finally came to an uneasy truce. After a long time on the trail, she had a roof over her head; food in her belly; and a warm bath.
It has been almost a week, and we are still searching. We are searching for her home. We are searching for a future home. We do not know when the uneasy truce will come to an end and a gunfight will commence.
Until we find her past or her future, she remains the Dog With No Name.
SBI: A Thinning Crowd 
Maybe she IS home?
Daisy was miserable. We found a great home for her just a few doors away.