Well, it’s true, though none of it is normal. No one he’d met wanted to hear about the weirdness of his life, however. Jack hedged as best he could. “I might’ve, but the gator is more fun to hear about than the ghost of some stupid hunter coming out of the forest.”
“What?” Mason squawked.
Jack glanced at him, at wide green eyes and a dumbfounded look on his handsome face. “Yeah. Few years back. We found his body though, so he’s not still -” Jack waved a hand in front of himself to encompass the entire ordeal. “Lost and rottin’ in there.”
Laughter erupted out of the sheriff. “You have to tell me about that one too. Does it happen often? Do ghosts look normal or do they look like they did when they died? How do you get rid of a ghost?”
Okay, that was a response Jack hadn’t expected. Most
