“Bam!” The sound of gun fire echoed out into the silent snowy woods at the exact same time Celeste released her arrow. For some ungodly reason the spitfire had closed her eyes before releasing the arrow, and when the blast of the firearm was heard she jumped in surprise opening her strange colored eyes in wonder. Everyone of her muscles were shivering with reluctance to move, she focus’s her eagle orbs through the white out conditions, and spots the rabbit with her arrow sticking out of his neck laying in a small spot of red.
Celeste begins to move her long legs with care through the thick layers of snow towards her kill in equivocal. The closer she gets to the rabbit her emotions floods her heart with sorrow, loss, and pain. She bends her knees and kneels upon the cold surface of the snow, and picks up the dead cotton tail and plucks her arrow out of his furry neck.
The little cowgirl should have been happy beyond belief she pegged a rabbit, instead she cried cradling the soft furry animal in her arms. The emotions that came forth out of Celeste’s broken heart was lost for her mother, Ghost her horse, bullying, Doris, and her father’s lack of love. For many years she stayed reserve never showing emotions until now. The little cowgirl blew her top and dissolved into angry tears. She begins to bellow out her adversity into the blowing snow while squeezing the hare closer to her breast. Every time she opened her mouth to rip out her rage, snow blasted her lips in retaliation to shut her trap. Unable to proclaim more of her unjust life, she lays quiet to gather her strange outburst. She inhales air with urgent gasps, and exhales to see her warm air become a cloud of smoke in the cold air. Silent minutes passed Celeste by after her unplanned hissy fit, she becomes Celeste again and remembers her Cherokee chant to honor Mother Earth blessings. She stands up and lifts the rabbit carcass to the heavens, “I am bless, an I thank ya kindly mother for the food.”
The half-breed girl pulled out her puny pocket knife her grandfather gave her and cuts into the dead rabbit’s chest. She watches the steamy warmth of blood flow and reaches to pull the little critter’s heart out. “I offer the heart my mother in payment of my kill.” She raises the tiny heart to the heavens between her fingers and drops on her knees to dig a hole burying the heart in the cold earth. She covers the heart up and begins to pick her body up.
Heavy in heart, she feels exhausted as she watches the snow kick up another notch. She was about to turn around to leave when she hears a voice moving with the wind. “Child of light, I thank you.” Celeste snapped her head side to side with speed. Not only did she think she heard a voice, but laughter of little children added to the mystery. “Papa is that you?” she calls out lightly in sub judice.
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