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Kalon Name: Puck E. Callahan
“I ain’t never been one for deals and wishes, I keep myself real tidy round here, don't cause no trouble but when that there star flew across the sky, well i just had to cause a ruckus”
He pulls a silver matchbox from his vest pocket placing it on the counter, toothpick fidgeting in his mouth, hat on his brow as he looks down, he’s a silly man, voice laced with whiskey and a deep southern twang - he’s fresh out a western no doubt.
“I was at this here saloon with an old pal of mine, Marshall, real good guy, sweet on me I think but Marshall says you ever lasso a star? I say man a star! Now you know that ain't possible, but Marshall swears he’s seen it, swears you can lasso a star and fly somewhere far, and see the world”
“And so I did - I swung my lasso and I plucked myself a star right out that sky and I wished for something real good”
“Now you're probably saying sir you're crazy ain't nobody lassoing a star - Well you’re right, i’m lying” He swigs from a new glass, his second.
“I’m sorry, I truly am I lied to y'all you seem like decent folk - I didn't catch no star but I sure wanted to, to lasso one shooting cross the sky and hold on as it whisked me through the sky ooooooooooo weeee the thought - it sure is sweet, I want to go up there marking the sky like a constellation - be one of the greats ..I want to be this here desert ‘s angel and fly across the sky.
" Don’t make no deal with the desert when she's dancing with lady night , she's a devil but boy, when the dunes are blue and the sky is black and those stars twinkle up in the sky I swear that beauty has you swearing your loyalty and love to lady night, praying she’s up there staring right back - I want go up there, need to see her face , need that silver star - oh it’s gonna be mine I just know it."
“Welp * he stands Barkeep a round for my friend here - they’ve been real good company” -He raises his third glass - "to my future success" - he reaches for the matchbox - pulling a match from the box striking it on his hat - Today I lasso myself a star and wish to ride it to the dawn
he outs the flame between two calloused fingers
Grabbing his lasso, he downs the drink, nods my direction, taking off his hat revealing a halo of horns - a desert angel
He doesn’t notice the silver flecks he leaves in his wake as he exits the saloon.