“Y’all suck that’s it…y’all have to much shit in your life that it hurts other peoples feelings. I’m a thinkin’ you y’all are the kings of fooked up shit!”

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Ernie didn’t know what to think or do when Celeste ran into his arms.  The woodsman had never married nor bared any children of his own; so henceforth, he was foreign to this new feeling he felt while holding a crying little girl.  In an awkward tone he softly spoke in his heavy southern drawl.  “Now, now little one, whatcha ball guttin’ fer?”  Celeste strengthen her hold on Ernie letting her tears fall freely. Patiently, Ernie allowed the cowgirl to hug him while she processed her distress emotions.

Ernie knew shit hit the fan in her homestead, why else would the tomboy be crying and holding on to him like he it was her last thread of life. “Come over here and sit on this here rock, and let’s see if I can make things better fer ya’ child.”  Celeste released her hold on Ernie, and with turtle steps she obeyed his offer to sit on the rock. Ernie sat across from Celeste on a large boulder waiting for her to spill the beans.  Celeste sat on her rock quietly mumbling her words out in confusion. “Well I can’t hear ya’ girl if ya’ mumblin’…what the tarn nation is got ya goat?”

Celeste raised her head to Ernie ex acknowledging his statement with sorrow written upon her tiny face. Ernie felt a strange angry force invade his body when she placed her gaze upon him. His eyes flew open with recognition when her energy assaulted him.  He stayed silent and watched in dumbfounds how the tomboy’s eyes change from two colors into one deep emerald green. Granted the minute he had captured the little shit shooting her handmade slingshot at him, he figured out the Gods graced her with a essences of a strong spiritual light.  He didn’t have time to think it through regarding the magical way her eyes changed when the tomboy spit out her venom with scorn.

“Y’all grown ups stink!…Damn it, what is that word daddy says when he gits piss off?…Fook, that’s it!”  Ernie wanted to laugh at her but held his laughter.  The way she said the nasty word made him ponder on the choice of words he uses when speaking to Celeste. “Y’all suck that’s it…y’all have to much shit in your life that it hurts other peoples feelings.  I’m a thinkin’ you y’all are the kings of fooked up shit!”

Ernie tried with all his might to control his glee, but it was darn hard not to stare with amazement as he watched the swirling color of greens in her lovely almond shaped eyes speak out her resentment. For over an hour he listen to Celeste’s rantings about life and her dysfunctional parents. And when she finally spilled out all her beans with exhaustion he gently spoke to her.

“It’s a damn cryin’ shame my little red neck, that you are havin’ a pickle of a time with ya’ folks…Awe darlin’, there is no manual on God’s green earth that helps us adult’s raise our youngin’s.  You will see when you grow up and have ya’ own family.” Celeste started to calm down while listening to Ernie’s wisdom. In soft words she replied, “I ain’t ever havin’ kids Ernie.  I ain’t ever growing up either!  I will live in the woods like ya’, and be happy if I never see another person’s face again.  Well except you Ernie, you’re my friend!”

The mountain man smiled at his friend with love.  “I wish we all never had to grow up, but the good lord has plans and path’s that we all must follow little britches. I’m sure things will settle down give it time.”  He viewed the cowgirl for a while and watched her eye color change back to their usual two colors. Celeste didn’t reply she knew her time was up to return home to do her chores before sunset. Celeste picked herself up off the rock she sat on and went to give Ernie another hug.

“Thank-a-kindly papa for listening to me, I ain’t never balled like this before.  And from this day on, I will never cry out my pain again!  I gotta go home now Ernie, I have chores and homework.” He watched the girl pop onto the back of her horse from a stump of a tree with skill. His heart flowed with ever lasting love for the little girl. “Later gator, and Ernie my man…I love ya’.”   Celeste kicked Ghost into a run Ernie watched the two disappear from his sight in no time at all.  “Good-bye little Indian, I love ya too.”  He got off his rock and headed for home to make his possum stew for dinner. “Jesus in heaven, guide this little tough one to greener pastures.”  Ernie stepped on to his porch and looked into the direction Celeste took off in.  “Weee doggie, I swear who ever marries that girl will have a seriously mean tiger by it’s tail! Oh lordy, lordy I do believe she is the last of her breed!”  He shook his head and opened his screen door to his hut, remembering her glowing green orbs.

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