ran as fast as he could away from the coven before finally hiding behind a tree. The witch and warlock sprung up to their feet and looked around. The witch used a spell and began ripping the few trees in the field from their roots. Finally, she removed the tree the cowboy was hiding behind. Only to their surprise he was no longer hiding. He stood and looked them in the eyes. In his right hand was a lighter, in his left was the dead baby and its feet engulfed in flames. The heat was getting a bit much for the cowboy and he dropped the infans on the ground. The dry leaves around it caught fire and it began to spread quickly. The cowboy ran back towards the farmhouse. The witch and warlock were screaming in agonizing pain. They were connected to the infans in a way the cowboy could not comprehend. When he got to the farmhouse he rifled through his belongings and grabbed several bottles of holy water he had collected from the church. He raced back to the field and placed a bottle of holy water over the infans and began pouring. The dead child’s eye burst open, flames exited its mouth. The darkest clouds your eyes have ever see formed above them in the field. Rain began to pour down extinguishing the flames. The cowboy poured a second bottle, then a third. The infans squirmed below, the cowboy stepped on it and force fed the dead baby the remainder of the holy water. It exploded right from under him and soon the witch and warlock did the same. Body parts flew all over the field. The dark cloud dissipated, the sun emerged and shone brightly, and in the distance a rainbow could be seen. The cowboy watched as the body parts and the talisman all vanished into thin air.
The cowboy made his way back to the raggedy old pub where he had met Barry. He figured it was the perfect place to celebrate whatever he had to celebrate. Whether he relinquished this world from witches forever he was not sure. He knew that this season of the witch was over. He’d have to wait five more years before he knew if another was coming, if more witches wandered the woods. For now, he’d enjoy an ice-cold beverage. The waitress approached him; this one was much more pleasant than the last. She had long brown hair, her skin was fair, her eyes green, and when she smiled, she had all of her teeth plus they were pure white. “Beer, please. Can I start a tab?” He had just completed a busy season and figured he’d need a few drinks. “Sure,” she smiled, “what name can I put it under?” Name? He hadn’t gone by a name in quite some time. The cowboy looked up at the waitress tilted his black cowboy hat and smiled, “Jasper.” The waitress smiled back and walked off to get Jasper his drink. The cowboy sat at his table near the back of the bar and watched on as the patrons all enjoyed their cocktails, pints, and deep-fried food. All were happy, and all were safe, for now…
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