Pale Rider
“So he knew precisely what he was doing while he waited for Ma Blankenship to turn away from the counter. Two of the many glass candy jars were standing open, and he’d long since made his selection.
Now he reached quickly into the nearest, seizing the largest of the candy canes stored within, and shoved it into the pocket of his velvet coat. Seeing that the old woman was still occupied with something below the counter, he headed for the entrance, intending to make good his escape.
Since his attention was focused on the busy proprietress he didn’t see the shape that was blocking his exit until he ran into it. It was hard and unyielding. His eight-year-old body bounced off, only to have a steady hand grab him to prevent him from falling.
He blinked and looked up into the strangest eyes he’d ever made contact with. Most adults, Ebenezer had discovered, did not look at children. They looked around them, or through them, or at their clothing or hair, but never into their eyes.
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