Gabilan – FishFood Magazine

“It’s the kind of thing that stops a man from wanting to pour gravy on his head and throw himself to the buzzards: enjoying your lunch with your fellow townspeople. Bob Jameson was a widower, so had been in the habit of towing his trailer into Salinas for his afternoon meal for as long as he could remember. He would park up alongside the city hall, sit on the decrepit bench out front in the town’s large sand-box square and wait hopefully for somebody or other to come share a few words with him while he picked specks of dirt from his food.

But on one particular day, his seat was occupied by a man he had never met before; a portly fellow in a skewed bowler hat and lop-sided ribbon tie, holding a young horse on the end of a halter. A tar-painted sign at the man’s feet read: ONE-TRICK PONY FOR SALE.”