BEWARE THE GHOST RIDER
His back was hunched so severely that he could only look at the ground in front of him. In an ultimate sign that the stranger was down and out, this sorry looking specimen was on foot.
It was the hottest time on a day of merciless heat. Almost no one was on the street, and the few who were not asleep or sitting in the shade somewhere took no interest in the ragged old man.
One minute he was there, at the end of the street. Next minute, he was gone.