A flash fiction apparition
Accompanied by a fluttering of dry wind, a lanky fellow in a ten-gallon hat stepped around the corner of the decaying stone wall and smiled at roving photographer Randy Ferguson, who was focusing his tripod-mounted camera. Startled, Randy straightened.
“Afternoon.” The stranger touched the brim of his hat. “Water? Food? Room for the night? You’re in the right place.” Laughing, he…