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SUMMARY:KASSA\, or THE NOMADIC ENDLING JALI VINDICADOR S01
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DESCRIPTION:\n	KASSA\, or THE NOMADIC ENDLING JALI VINDICADOR S01\n\n\n\
	n	Deviantart\n\n\n\n	https://www.deviantart.com/hddeviant/art/KASSA-or-THE
	-NOMADIC-ENDLING-JALI-VINDICADOR-S01-1315101294\n\n\n\n	Content\n\n\n\n	TI
	TLE: THE SILVER BUFFALO\n\n\n\n	from Richard Murray aka @HDdeviant\n\n\n\n
		  \n\n\n\n	KASSA\, or THE NOMADIC ENDLING JALI VINDICADOR P1\n\n\n\n	KA
	SSA\, or THE NOMADIC ENDLING JALI VINDICADOR PS01\n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	A rar
	e breed of buffalo \n\n\n\n	Once lived among its kin \n\n\n\n	And then c
	ame the frenchman \n\n\n\n	Killing the Silver Buffalo \n\n\n\n	The last 
	ran into the woods \n\n\n\n	Eating any for its goods \n\n\n\n	In the Swe
	etbush live the... Silver Buffalo \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	The rains pour\, 
	beginning days ago\, morphing this part of the Llanos from dry plateau to 
	drop-zone for millions of free-flying drops of water\, instantly becoming 
	lines of sleepwalkers to the Orinoco River. A man on a lemon-skin horse ri
	de to a posada \, just north of a stretch of Orinoco\; he get off the hors
	e carrying his tuned Winchester 1895 and don't turn to look at Cerro Negro
	\, the highest point for a distance\; he pass five healthy horses and stan
	d still as the front door of the posada\, echoes from a happy gathering in
	 a corner\, greet him\; he enter and only receive quick or unbothered glan
	ces\, from any one\, and he calmly walk to the bar in the light from the f
	ront door.  \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"A cucui coming up\": say the woman be
	hind the bar. The sound of raindrops peer into the posada. The man sit on 
	a stool and gather his drink: \"Thank you\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"Your 
	Portuguese is still poor\": smile the bartender. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"
	I need more sessions with you\": and the man turn to a trio chatting to th
	emselves.  \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"The silver vest is Pierre\, the one-ey
	e vaquero is Julio\, the sombrero is Steinberg\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Th
	e man hold his rifle across his chest and play its butt embedded mbira\, t
	o the gambling table. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"Hello... Mr. Kassa\": say P
	ierre\, on arrival of the mbira player.  \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"You know
	 me?\": query Kassa. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"No\, but your rifle has been
	 whispered about\": answer Pierre\, shuffling while Steinberg drink or Jul
	io stare through his one eye. Kassa calmly continue playing. Kassa sit con
	tinuing to play\, and ask:\"will you play truco?\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	
	\"I wiped them clean already \": answer Pierre and continue: \"but I will 
	give eight reales for a story if you know one\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Kas
	sa look to his rifle and gesture to Pierre positively. Pierre throw coins 
	to Kassa\, on the table\, like a bid in a card game. Kassa look to the bar
	tender and the bartender come\, and arrive.  \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"Porr
	idge\": and Kassa hand the bartender a reales and ask to Steinberg\, Julio
	\, plus Pierre: \"do you want to eat while you listen?\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\
	n\n\n	Pierre quickly reply: \"of course\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Steinberg
	 continue to drink. Julio hesitate and gesture confirmation to the barkeep
	. Kassa lean back\, plucking the mbira in the butt\, and begin... \n\n\n\
	n	  \n\n\n\n	I will tell you a story of Yaha and Nili Accita\, the wolf 
	and the moon's blanket. A couple made from two lives forged in dripping bl
	ood. The last of their kin\, out only for revenge... \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\
	n	This story began with a legend\, laid in the Inoka's land\, what gringos
	 call Illinois Country\, between Mine la Motte\, Missouri\, plus St. Phili
	ppe\, Illinois. A treasure of silver\, Monsieur Cadillac\, found after kil
	ling a people now only two knew. The legend said the map to the treasure w
	as about the town of Argentia\, Missouri\, now only an inn in the Sweetbus
	hes.  \n\n\n\n	 \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	The barkeep settle bowls of porrid
	ge on the table and Kassa\, Pierre\, or Julio grab and take a spoonful. Ka
	ssa stop and before he can continue the tale\, Steinberg stop drinking and
	 look to him. And Kassa gesture to the bartender. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\
	"You are kind\": say Pierre \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"A meal and a story is
	 a beautiful thing\": reply Kassa. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"I don't recall
	 the bartender being so attentive\": question Julio\, as he eat.  \n\n\n\
	n	  \n\n\n\n	\"Maybe I will learn her name later\": and Kassa continue.
	.. \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	In the inn where Argentia once was\, a female ba
	rtender was in charge too. She was blond haired with dark eyes and porcela
	in skin. A one eyed old black man was her servant. They both sat at the ba
	r as a guerilla\, called a bushwhacker up north\, exit. He didn't wear blu
	e or grey\, just tattered brown leather from ankle to hat but his leather 
	boots while muddy were mighty fine. The guerilla paused standing outside t
	he door but stepped sideways facing someone and then the leatherman's foot
	steps went from strong to faint to gone as another entered the inn. The ot
	her wore all black like an undertaker\, except for a red band around his h
	at\, very sharp. He stood at the door\, bright morning light illuminated h
	is shadow\, but kept it open and asked: \"Is this Annie's inn?\" \n\n\n\n
		  \n\n\n\n	The inn owner standing at the bar answered: \"Yes I am Annie
	\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Immediately cutting off Annie\, the man at the d
	oor continued:\"Was the town of Argentia here?\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	An
	nie paused and slowly answered: \"yes\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	The man at 
	the door remained still and slowly continued: \"Where is the map?\" \n\n\
	n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Annie giggled and replied: \"Stranger\, me and Old Tom us
	ed to get at least one\, morning\, noon\, and night\, daily\, askin that\,
	 and none were ever happy at our answer.... the last old Indian around her
	e said the Silver Buffalo makes honey tracks\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	The 
	man at the door didn't reply\, and Annie said\, facing Old Tom: \"Don't I 
	always tell them the truth\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Old Tom confirmed with
	 a head nod sideways while proclaimed in a high pitch tone:\"mmmm hmmm\, M
	iss Annie\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Annie was about to continue speaking wh
	en the man at the door turned sharply plus uncaringly and exited the inn l
	ooking about. The Sweetbushes gave a blend of apple\, lemon\, black locus\
	, wisteria and more in a sweet collage\, unique or undeniable to a passerb
	y or any within. The man who looked like an undertaker searched\, whiffing
	\, for a honied scent\; he slowly got off the stand of the inn and faced a
	 section of the sweet lush trees surrounding the inn\; he peered into the 
	green and walked with confidence forward\; minutes went by\, and in the fo
	rest he stopped under a tree\, and the arbor smelled of honey with yellow 
	petals\; he smelled more and searched through the sweet collage\; honeysuc
	kle after honeysuckle he found and trekked onward\, hoping at the end is a
	 silver treasure unlike any other in sweet dense mountainous bush\; on and
	 on he went as the light changed that peered onto the wood from the sky \,
	 growing a darkness that would not hide the scents while opened the danger
	 in a land of independent warfare\; suddenly\, while dusk light allowed on
	ly the top of the Sweetbush to be seen\, he whiffed a foul odor\, made fro
	m the undeniable purity of dead or decaying flesh from slaughter. The goss
	ip said: in the Sweetbush live the... Silver Buffalo.  The man in black u
	sed eagerness: to tear past sharp thorns\, to trip over uneven muddy crevi
	ces\; he breathed harder and harder\, breathed in the dead of the Silver B
	uffalo close to where it rest\, drowned out anything sweet except the imag
	e of a silver lair sparkling superior to any other before or since\; final
	ly he arrived\, to a small clearing at the base of a low but wide mountain
	\, at the front of a dark cave\, illuminated by the dusk light surrounded 
	by arborean darkness\; the man was ready\, his Holland &amp\; Holland doub
	le rifle had rounds able to kill an elephant with no question\; he asked: 
	where is it\, where is the Silver Buffalo\; he was falling\, suddenly\; hi
	s body felt hit by a bullet\, and again\; from where\, he didn't hear a gu
	nshot\, didn't see a sign of smoke\, and he finally fell face up to the sk
	y\; the blood leakage\, the shock\, his consciousness was all he could mus
	ter and while a darkness was enveloping his vision\, he saw light\; he tho
	ugh: Christ\, no\, the moon is still in the sky\, a lamp\; he thought he s
	aw a black man speaking\, but the blood was too wild or flooding to have h
	eard properly\; movement\, the smell of his own blood blocked the smell of
	 dead flesh\, if that was the smell of where he was brought to\; And\, the
	n he saw it\, silver light\, the lair of the Silver Buffalo it must be\; h
	e had a dying comfort until his head settled at mighty fine leather shoes 
	while the lamp became distant and two figures became present\; his failing
	 cognizance may had seen a lamp holder and a rifle wielder\, an air-gun\; 
	his final thoughts were ponderances: why\, who murdered him in the sweetbu
	shes of the Illinois county in 1860.  \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	... Kassa fin
	ish plucking the mbira settled in the butt of his rifle and ask: \"Did I e
	arn my reales Pierre?\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Pierre shuffling say:\"I ca
	n't deny I like silver but it lacked the amount of action I prefer\, what 
	was the moral of this story\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Julio chime in while 
	Steinberg drink: \"Greed will bring you down\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	\"No
	\": sharply reply Kassa:\"... the search for the unknown provides unknown 
	dangers\" \n\n\n\n	  \n\n\n\n	Kassa rise and head to the exit and the t
	hree former listeners continue their leisure\, and start another game of c
	ards. Eventually\, Pierre\, Steinberg\, or Julio finish\, and Julio\, Stei
	nberg\, and Pierre left. With only one to never be seen again. Who knows w
	hy? \n\n
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