Storm Watch Butte gunslinger I

Red-eyes spouted gibberish into the air. His voice had all the loveliness of broken glass, or was that the sand in his throat? 

Lynx let loose a peal of laughter which nearly saw him tumble down the side of the caprock. There was not much down there to cushion him, other than hard sand that had been compacted by the passage of many creatures before.

Den ékho idéa ti sto diáolo eípes, he shouted, scrabbling for a secure pawhold, Allá s'agapo, aderfé!

Then, with a face brightened by an a-ha moment, and an accent as thick as tar, I love you!