"What's the catch?" The highwayman asked, suspiciously eyeing the fine horse presented to him.
"The trial is simple," The judge replied. "Just ride through these woods, and you are free to go."
"What's in there, then?" He looked out at the dark forest. It must've been a trap, but all the villagers were here, he thought.
"Only the ghosts you take with you, sir."
The highwayman mounted up, thinking only of how much gold he could get for such a horse and thanking God for superstitious backwaters.
The next day, the horse was found wandering the other side. Riderless, naturally.
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Everyday DrabblesShort Story
A drabble is a very short story one hundred words long. No more, no less. They are designed for maximum impact in the least amount of space. For 2019, I'll be posting a drabble every day.