Celeste is sitting outside in her rocking chair on the porch eating her vanilla ice cream with a warm raspberry sauce watching the thundering rain come down in buckets. Since her arrival home after going into town to buy her girly supplies, the rain decided to roll in quickly hindering her from returning to the woods to find out who took her turkey. She sits her bowl down on a side table, and picks up her cup of coffee to finish her dessert in style. The thunder didn’t hold back it’s mighty roar as it boomed out its anger. Celeste flinched to hear the loud blast rumble throughout the dark night skies. “Holy smokes,” she bellowed out spilling a few drops of coffee upon her lap as the earth shook from the sound of thunder. She brushes away the wet spots and hears a howl. The huntress feels the heart retching cry of distress coming out of the black woods. Lightening follows the kaboom from the thunder giving light to the skies and allowing Celeste a few seconds to scan the woods. She places her cup down and stands up with concern wanting to hear the howl again. The cowgirl takes a chance and whistles a high pitch tune. “It’s got to be a canine or a wolf,” she spoke out lightly. She waits for a few moments before stepping off the porch to feel the assault of rain drops drenching her clothing.
“Come,” she yells out. Celeste scrunched up her brows and wipes away the rain from her vision moving her long hair. Together the lightening and thunder cracked out it’s mighty sound and light, Celeste cringed at the might of the storm. Instantly she hears a howl following the scary sounds, and spots a pair of glowing yellow orbs one hundred yards from where she stood staring right at her. “Shit, what the hell?” the huntress barks out. She could have sworn she saw a huge black creature fearing the storm. She knew better not to antagonize the creature; especially when she was unsure what it could be. She turns on her bare feet and heads to the barn to check on the animals. Every foot step the girl took she sunk deeper into the mud just to get to the barn. Right before she reached the sliding doors to the barn she slid and fell on her rear in the mud. “Mother Fudge,” she screams out and picks herself up dripping wet and covered in mud. She holds on to the side of the barn for support and slides the door open. Chief automatically nickered a greeting at his muddy friend. “Shit damn its raining cats and dogs outside Chief,” she responded to his hello. She left the door open a little and heads to the shower room to clean the mud off her body and to change into dry clothing she stashed in the barn.
Celeste comes out drying her long hair with a towel and heads towards her horse who is happy being dried and out of the storm in his stall. She gives him a pat on the head and throws a flake of hay to the equine. Celeste for the first time actually takes inventory of her grandfather’s machinery in the barn. She missed hearing Henry’s excitement when he rebuilt an old engine and got it working. They both had spent many hours in the barn working their magic on arts and crafts. She knew it was time to sell off the stuff, but couldn’t find it in her heart to depart with the precious items. The cowgirl walks over to her welding supplies and started to finish her work creating a horse statue from all the iron horseshoes she collected. She puts her welding gear on and begins to heat up her creation without knowing she had a visitor in the house who laid shivering under one of Henry’s old machinery close to the entrance of the barn door.
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