And the people who saw him fifty, sixty, seventy years back - and the people who still see him today - all of them swear the person they see is the exact same figure.
Campfire Charlie is a kind of local figure, or was. That’s just the thing. Some people say the strange figure of Campfire Charlie has been walking around these parts for a hundred years, even longer. And all the stories are eerily similar. He appears at night. And usually where there’s a campfire.
And the people who saw him fifty, sixty, seventy years back – and the people who still see him today – all of them swear the person they see is the exact same figure. A man who hasn’t aged. A man who you’re never quite sure what direction he came from or what direction he left. Or why he even showed up at all.
As for how he looks, the answer is usually non descript. Boots, khaki pants, usually a flannel shirt, and always, most always, topped off with a Stetson hat. “You know him when you see him,” so the saying goes, only you don’t realize it until after he’s left, leaving you to wonder if he was even there at all.
