A super, short story-a-day challenge in February?  Well… probably not, but I might try to write a few.

#1.

A forbidden flash bulb pops, blinding the old lawman. He slaps his right thigh, reaching for the revolver. Gone. The hand turns claw-like as his eyes drill the offender. His chin dips, and the Stetson shadows his forehead, eyes, and bent nose. Lips move, moisten, and flatten. Eager journalists raise pads and pens.  The whistle splits air and eardrums, and the watching faces grimace. A stallion appears like a lightning flash. The claw hand grasps the leathered horn. The old man rises and seats. The beast rears, hooves striking sparks in the atmosphere like quicksilver. The pair leap and slip into the sky like a greased bullet.

“I knew I brought the wrong camera!”