The Figure at the Fountain is a short story that contains elements of magical realism.
"Why did you come back now, Jim? What can you do?"
Last night's questions from his sister Elizabeth echoed in his mind as he paced nervously. Only dimly aware of the books and guns and Mexican artifacts in the study, he was totally unaware of breaking into tiny pieces the long stems of dry grass absently carried back from the summer-brown hills. His morning ride had provided neither answers nor inspiration, only questions.
Worse, now he was bewildered by a vision. His ten-year-old gelding had seen something, someone, that should not have been there, could not have been there, yet was. And Jim had seen her, too, though she was three years dead.