Jack sat at his campfire for a while pondering on Celeste’s words. Nothing came into mind except his relatives. “The girl is full of it, all she saw was my relatives.” But still something she said kept nagging at his thoughts. “You are not they only one who survived in your family.” He began to relive the site of his family when he found them dead a long time ago. He saw his father, mother and brother, but he suddenly remembered seeing another body. He just assumed it was a visitor and left it like that because the body was unrecognizable.
He cradled his head, trying to think why Celeste would say such a thing? He thought out loud, “Maybe she was bluffing after I exposed her for having a hidden soul-mate.” He knew she was powerful in spirit being, but did not know for sure her full hidden ability; in fact, she didn’t know her full range of skills that laid dormant inside her until they peeked out in time and need.
He had finished the pot of coffee while examining her conversation in his head after she left to feed her horse. He got up from his stump and started to kick shit around with his foot. Whatever, was in his path he made sure to kick the crap out of it. He quickly went into his hut and under the floor board where a bear rug laid, he moved it out of the way to get to the contents he had hidden for many years.
With care and love he grabbed the small book and opened it. Inside were only a few pictures of his family, except for one. The woman was a beautiful Eskimo lady. Jack was knocked out of his thoughts when Celeste called out to him. He quickly put the book back and covered it back with the bear rug. He walked out into the evening air, but he was not in a good mood.
“Well, well Jack, did we throw a tantrum when I was gone?” Celeste snicker at Jack with amusement. “Looks to me like something crawled up your britches, and you decided to kick the shit out of everything.” Jack gave her a disapproval look and didn’t say anything while he cleaned up his mess.
She helped him out and when finished she then told him it was time for her to leave and return back to her campsite to begin her journey back home in the morning. Jack didn’t say anything, he moved around the land in total confusion. Celeste realized he did not know how to handle her information, nor did he put two and two together yet. She smiled to herself, then walked in front of him and said, “Jack it’s been a pleasure meeting you. I hope to see you one day again my partner in crime. I just want to let you know that I don’t see you as a coward. And if you ask me, we all have bats in our cave. I feel you did no wrong while you were in service with the Army; so your secret is safe with me. May you live a long life Aklaq.” Jack didn’t look at Celeste while she spoke, he kept his head pointed to the ground. She got into her backpack and pulled out the rest of the coffee and a few more cigars and placed them on a stump where Jack pondered his information.
Without warning she quickly turned around and gave him a bear hug and kissed his cheek. Jack was ridged and unyielding. Celeste walked over to Quad and skillfully popped onto his bare back. “Adios amigo, Vaya con dios.” (Goodbye my friend, go with god)
Jack watched the first human contact he has seen in 50 years, disappear into the dark forest, leaving him alone with his scattered private thoughts. For the first time in his life, he truly felt alone without the spitfire’s company. Jack turned around and kicked a stick while mumbling to himself with anger for not talking to her. In his own time he finally spoke softly to the campfire. “Goodbye my beautiful huntress, Nujalik!” While a tear from his eye slowly ran down his cheek.
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