Mind Games
Prologue: This close to Riviera the path was wide and well-kept enough to ride easily, but the stranger was on foot, leading a dappled gray horse by the harness. The stranger walked slowly but with some purpose, his hat tilted so his eyes would be shaded and could seek out some distant goal. The morning sun was strong and hot, and from time to time he wiped his face with a fraying handkerchief gray with dinge. A small breeze rose from the west. The stranger halted his horse...