Yellowstone --- Paul hadn't seen him for three weeks. He was like that. He'd be gone without a word, and then one evening he'd be back. Same time, same place on the beach. ---This was his time, each evening -- when the crowds were gone, the beach almost empty. --- From the lifeguard stand Paul got him in the binoculars. The focus gave him a tall, thin man -- in his what? Paul guessed at it -- 60's, early 70's? He never did say did he? with a short smile. And I never did ask, with another short smile. --- The man in the binoculars was chestnut brown from the sun, his hair the bright white of Caribbean beach sand. The binoculars couldn't get in that close to see the dark eyes bright with life, bright with interest. White eyebrows made his eyes clearer, brighter.
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