H A W T H O R N
Posted: Tue Jan 16, 2018 10:00 am
S H E P P E R D
H A W T H O R N
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His face was burnt deep by the sun
Part history, part sage, part mesquite
He was there when Poncho Villa was young
And he'd tell you a tale of the old days
When the country was wild all around
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
And listen while the coyotes howl
name : Shepperd Gerald Hawthorn
age : 49
occupation : sheriff { current status:: extended leave }
relationship status : Widower
eyes : Blue
hair : Salt and Pepper and Dirt
height : 6'3"
family :
Donna : Wife : Deceased { the machines were beeping. 'we're losing mom and baby,' a doctor mumbled. }
Harold : Brother : Deceased { alarms wailed through red flashes. 'did they even steal anything?' }
lineage : None
hometown : Chase County, KS
vehicle : F150
attire : jeans, cowboy boots and hat, denim button-downs, brown leather jacket, leather belt, all old and worn
prized possessions :
locket ; lock of blonde hair inside { sweet donna : 'seven years ain't enough time.' }
wedding band, in wallet ; { perfect marriage : 'a baby wasn't worth this.' }
braided threads around hat ; { blood stains : 'don't die on me, harold.' }
never seen without :
9mm { 'home protection' the store clerk said, while he pushed over a gun case }
hat { 'c'mere, cowboy,' said maw, while the hat slipped down to your ears }
keyring { 'she's yours now,' paw rumbled, while he tossed a pair of keys into the air. }
wallet { 'happy anniversary!' donna chimed, giving you a smile and a small, wrapped box }
amethyst chunk, not polished { 'to heal you,' said christopher, pressing it into your palm. 'when I can't.' }
silver coin { 'thank you officer,' said the boy, as he gave you his lucky nickle. }
Then one morning they searched his adobe
He disappeared without even a word
And that night as the moon crossed the mountain
One more coyote was heard.
H A W T H O R N
...............
His face was burnt deep by the sun
Part history, part sage, part mesquite
He was there when Poncho Villa was young
And he'd tell you a tale of the old days
When the country was wild all around
Sit out under the stars of the Milky Way
And listen while the coyotes howl
name : Shepperd Gerald Hawthorn
age : 49
occupation : sheriff { current status:: extended leave }
relationship status : Widower
eyes : Blue
hair : Salt and Pepper and Dirt
height : 6'3"
family :
Donna : Wife : Deceased { the machines were beeping. 'we're losing mom and baby,' a doctor mumbled. }
Harold : Brother : Deceased { alarms wailed through red flashes. 'did they even steal anything?' }
lineage : None
hometown : Chase County, KS
vehicle : F150
attire : jeans, cowboy boots and hat, denim button-downs, brown leather jacket, leather belt, all old and worn
prized possessions :
locket ; lock of blonde hair inside { sweet donna : 'seven years ain't enough time.' }
wedding band, in wallet ; { perfect marriage : 'a baby wasn't worth this.' }
braided threads around hat ; { blood stains : 'don't die on me, harold.' }
never seen without :
9mm { 'home protection' the store clerk said, while he pushed over a gun case }
hat { 'c'mere, cowboy,' said maw, while the hat slipped down to your ears }
keyring { 'she's yours now,' paw rumbled, while he tossed a pair of keys into the air. }
wallet { 'happy anniversary!' donna chimed, giving you a smile and a small, wrapped box }
amethyst chunk, not polished { 'to heal you,' said christopher, pressing it into your palm. 'when I can't.' }
silver coin { 'thank you officer,' said the boy, as he gave you his lucky nickle. }
Then one morning they searched his adobe
He disappeared without even a word
And that night as the moon crossed the mountain
One more coyote was heard.