The man led his horse through the pueblo’s gates and hitched him outside the nearest saloon. A faded wanted poster bearing his likeness was nailed to the wall. The bar was empty except for the bartender, wiping down glasses with a stained rag.
He ordered whiskey. He drank it and ordered another.
“You here for the wedding?” the bartender asked. The ceremony was just about to begin.
He nodded and drank.
“You seem familiar to me.”
The man shrugged. He paid and left. The bartender watched him walk out into the sun-bleached street and noticed the man cast no shadow.