Henry's eyes widened as he saw the ghost approaching. He raised the camera, thanking god that he was a photographer and thus able to find a good shot in a reasonably quick amount of time, and started clicking the shutter repeatedly.
And got nothing. Christ, I really am a magnet for bad luck... Well, he still had his medicine bag. Maybe it would work? Maybe. But what choice did he have? Either he ran, and maybe she focused on someone else, or he stood his ground and hoped the medicine bag would do the trick.
It was an easy choice. "C'mon!" He thumped his chest with his free hand. "You think I haven't dealt with your kind before? You think you scare me?" He actually stepped toward her now, his face hardened in determination. "Try me!"