Behind You, A Short Story

“Here again?” I said. It was the first time I spoke to him.

“Here always,” said James Schubert. It was the first time he spoke to me. He sat in a corner with his back against the wall.

There’s a reason why James Schubert never moves from his spot with his back against the wall. In the days of the California Gold Rush, James saw terrible things. And when he’s finished spinning his tale, nothing will ever be the same.