Cappuccino Cowboy Tales
Spiteful Jasper Sparks
The ride into Dodge
Jasper Sparks looked at the tattered blade in his hands and felt afraid.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his windy surroundings. He had always hated dusty Dodge with its tattered, silent shacks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel afraid.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Slippery Luke. Slippery was a mean coward with gnarled fingers and solid eyes.
Jasper gulped. He glanced at his reflection. He was a spiteful, cold-blooded, cappuccino drinker with broad shoulders and tall eyes. His friends saw him as a ratty, rare rover. Once, he had even helped an inquisitive old goat cross the road.
But not even a spiteful person who had once helped an inquisitive old goat cross the road was prepared for what Slippery had in-store today.
The wind blew like talking horses, making Jasper cold.
As Jasper stepped outside and Slippery came closer, he could see the vicious smile on his face.
“I am here because I want revenge,” Slippery bellowed, in a sinister tone. He slammed his fist against Jasper’s chest, with the force of 3019 snakes. “I frigging hate you, Jasper Sparks.”
