Traveler

"Not from these parts, are you,” she says to him. Taught never to lie, turns his head in that common way.  “Thought so,” rolls out and after doing a hip thing, she goes to leading the mule along the road.

Caught up in the motion of how things are, he finds himself walking aside the thick haired woman guiding what appears to be a forever bond. Hand movements, and clicks of her tongue keep the beast close when she turns to him and says, “What is your gift to the fair?”

Once there was a world based solely on currency, however, in today’s market, trade is the name of the game. So, he holds up a silver bullet.

 A confused look takes over her face before it settles into understanding.

“Word of you being on the road has touched my ears.”