As the sun rose higher, one of the females caught sight of Teague. She gestured and said something in the odd speech of the Vamps. The natives dropped whatever and assembled into a loose pack. No weapons were visible to Teague.
A tall being with shoulder-length gray hair stepped from the central lodge tent. He was still muscular and fit and his exposed chest and arms were heavily scarred. He shielded his eyes and gazed up the trail at Teague. Even from this distance, the agent felt the oldster's eyes boring in to him as he shifted nervously in his saddle.
The old vampire slowly raised one arm and made a beckoning motion to Teague. Show time, the agent murmured, as he rode slowly down to the valley floor and his new career began.
This snippet was selected for the weekly Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday Snippet and is from a work in progress, Josiah Teague: Territorial Agent (a paranormal Western) Previous snippets in this series may be viewed here.