His smile is all innocence, as broad as kindness. And the tourists smile back, waving through the glass.
Welcome! Though appearances deceive.
Welcome! To you who are part of what you see.
The RV growls into the distance, dust settles, and the old man turns to his horse, savoring his deception. He mutters, grinning to no one, “Come Mierda, come chite,” and the file rasps against the hoof.