“Go away Injin you’re not welcome here.”

burning

 

Celeste knew not where she is in the darkness in Ohio, all she could think of is run, run, run for help.  Anger built up inside her as she races in the dark.  She remembers her childhood life with her drunken father and instantly screams out, “Fucking drunks why am I always plague by drunken assholes.  Not this time I’ll be damn if I stick around for a boy or anyone else who can’t control their nasty habits.” She pats her limp dog who was barely hanging on by a thread of life, “Stay with me boy we are running as fast as possible.”  Chief could feel the urgency demanded by Celeste; however, the continuous speed started to take a toll on his body.  “Chief I see a light in the distance, go to the light boy, go,” she called out with hope in her heart.  By the time they got closer to the little wooden shack nestled in the woods, Celeste leaped off her horse and ran to knock on the door.  She hears her horse puffing out his exertion of intense speed, and knocks harder on the door. “Please I need help, I mean ya no harm,” Celeste yelled out on the porch.  Precious minutes ticked by when Celeste turns around and steps off the porch with a bleeding heart of rejection.  She stops in her tracks when she hears the opening of the door.

The sight the little old woman saw when she opened her door almost scared the piss out of the woman, “Go away Injin you’re not welcome here.” Celeste was shock to hear the weak response from the little old lady.  She puffs up her chest and smells the scent of herbs permeate out of the elder’s home.  She becomes defiant and barks out in a rude manner, “I mean ya no harm ya old wench, I have no where else to go and must give aid to my dog.”  Celeste takes a foot step forward in her Indian gear, the lady shuts her door immediately from fear and bellows out, “Go away Injin!”  Celeste’s heart plummet in rejection and turned around to return to Chief with tears in her eyes. She slides her dog off the back of her horse, and throws the limp furry black body across her shoulders and headed for the tiny house once again.  “Woman I will leave you alone, but all I ask is to have some light to see, please my dog was hit by a car and is dying.”  Several quiet moments passed by when the elder opened up her door to let Celeste in.  Celeste didn’t hesitate she walked through the door with speed.  “Put him on the table girl and let’s take a look,” the tiny old lady spoke out with authority.  “Holy Jesus your a tall woman,” the four feet eleven in height lady proclaimed.  Celeste didn’t pay attention to the remark of her size when she gently placed her dog onto the large kitchen table.  Immediately the cowgirl took inventory on Damn dog and saw no open wounds.  “Move out of the way Injin,” Celeste obeys her elder’s request and steps away from dog.  She watches the old woman smell the dog’s breath and bends down her head to hear a heart beat.  Celeste takes a split second to view the small herb infested kitchen, and lays her eyes on dog once again.  “He’s almost gone little one, I’m sorry you can’t help him he bleeds out internally.”

The news from the old lady crushes her heart, the only thing the cowgirl could do is ease her faithful companion’s misery. Celeste withdrawals her large Bowie knife from her moccasin boot ready to cut Damn dog’s throat.  She hears his weak whimper and melts down on the floor by the table crying out her heart to her ancestors to forgive her for what she was about to do to her friend. She sings a farewell song in Cherokee to her beast and is reward when dog springs to life for a quick second and howls out.  Celeste places her nose against Damn dog’s muzzle and balls out her eyes.  “I’m sorry I couldn’t save you, thank you for being here when I needed a friend the most.  Tis time you return to the circle of life and join Peter.” Damn dog licks her tears from her face and whimpers out.  Her hands shook in fright to cut her friends throat when she placed the sharp blade against the dog’s throat.  She feels a tiny aged hand stop her actions upon her head, the huntress stares her teary eyes into the old woman’s soul. “I can’t do it, oh God I can’t do it,” Celeste wails out.  The elder holds onto her hand firmly with the knife in hand, and shakes her head no to the distress cowgirl, “He is gone girl look…”  Celeste bores her wet eyes into Damn dog’s chest and watched the last breath of life leave his soul.

 

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God damn that Prim-a-Donna sure has a temper that I ain’t willing to cope with!

 

After clearing the barn out and selling most of the machinery of her grandfather, Celeste had to leave her home to clear her mind of all troubles of leaving the only home she knew since child birth behind.  She stands with tears in her eyes gawking at the statue of horse shoes she created in the barn when her grandfather died, and comes to the conclusion she made the right choice to donate the artwork to Peter’s grave site in the morning as she closed the barn doors.  It has been over two weeks since Celeste had seen Westin when she decides to take her usual mid night stroll with Chief her painted draft horse and Damn dog.  The ride is actually what the cowgirl needed to wash away all the sorrow she endured today selling off her grandfather’s possessions.  The odd family races together through the meadow in a carefree fashion, Damn dog is keeping up with the draft horse stride for stride when Celeste yodels out her Indian cry and pushes the limit of her aged steed in speed doing trick riding in total darkness under the hidden moon’s glow.

“God damn that Prim-a-Donna sure has a temper that I ain’t willing to cope with!  And I ain’t cutting my hair for ya either Sandra.  So ya can suck on your own bottle of milk!”  Westin slurs out his words in a drunken stupor in his hot rod while traveling at a high speed off a beaten path of roadway.  His music is blaring to a heavy metal tune when he takes another long drink of alcohol from his flask.  After the horrible confrontation with Sandra and her parents about getting married, he headed straight to the store, and decided to get shit face to escape the horrific scene of the possibilities of marrying Sandra.  He is trying his best to man up to the demands of Sandra, but how she is going about blabbering to others before they got the results was enough to send him off the band wagon.  He takes another long swig of the fire liquid, and thinks of his luxurious earthy Indian woman how she never made ultimatums upon him.  They were so different when comparing the two women together when Westin’s car weaves across the road in a drunk driving mistake.  He corrects the error in time and blinks his red eyes to clear his double vision.  With great care he tries to do multiple tasks behind the wheel while driving and tries to twist the lid on his flask when out of the blue his car is impacted by a great force.  Westin drops his whiskey container and swerves out of control squealing his brakes on the hard surface from what the hell happened.

Celeste and Chief are at the edge of woods walking to cool down from their night time ride when she hears Damn dog’s death defying cry.  She hears the sound of loud screeching tires in the distance, and doesn’t hesitate to dig her heels into her rested equine’s tummy for speed. Fear and doom entered her heart while she bolted through the dark woods upon her gelding.  Fear robbed her of her earth sense in unfamiliar night territory, so she gives the reigns to her horse in trust to guide them to aid dog, but doom hit the pit of her gut when she immediately thinks of the worst.  Several near misses of her being swiped off her horse’s back from thick branches did she realize to lean in against her painted horse’s neck for safety. Celeste screams out to dog while racing through the dark woods by the skin of her teeth.  She feels the change in her horse’s footing sloshing in the mud, and sits tall upon the bare back horse once again as the equine plows with speed. Chief clears the woods, and heads towards the headlights in the dark.   She senses between her legs a descending motion of her horse’s body as Chief stomps the ground in-surety and power unknown to her gaining speed in seconds. And in a split second she feels the horse ascend into the night air with his mighty pulling power when Celeste holds on for dear life as the horse leaps into the air suddenly. She bears witness while sailing through the air in slow motion a man sitting on the cold stone roadway holding her dog in his arms as she lands on the other side of the roadway in front of his car.  Chief blows out loud breaths through his nostrils and prances in anger from the near miss of jumping over Westin’s automobile.  Celeste slid off her horse and stopped in her tracks before approaching, Chief continued to pace around the cold mud in a ditch puffing out his heated breath.  Celeste’s heart sank into depression seeing Damn dog lying limp in Westin’s tight arms as he rocked the beast in his arms sitting on the road in front of his auto’s headlights. The sight of witnessing Westin crying out his sorrow of his latest destruction in slur tongue to her dog was enough to burn hatred into her heart.

Strength unknown to her she took a deep breath and pushed her stunned body forward to take her dog from the drunken hands of Westin.  Westin is dazed out of his mind with regret, he feels someone trying to take dog out of his arms and hears a dangerous demanding tone from a woman.  He tries to clears his eyes to see who it was and holds on tighter to dog in his arms.  “Let go now Westin, or I will cut off your arms without a blink of an eye…now give me my dog you stupid drunken fool.”  Westin shakes his drunken mind to wake out of killing Celeste’s dog and tries to focus on the double vision of Celeste.  “Celeste oh God no not you, I’m sorry oh God I’m sorry,” he wails out in a slur.  She could give a rats ass about Westin’s woes, and rips dog’s body out of the drunken boy’s strong embrace.  She feels the dog’s faint heart beat against her chest when she throws his limp body over her shoulders and whistles out to Chief to approach.  Westin is yelling and crying out louder when Celeste throws the Great Dane’s body over Chief’s back, and jumps up behind the dog’s body to secure his position while they ran hard and fast into unknown darkness.  When she finally gives Westin a look, she is discussed at the sight of the broken down drunken man on the roadway.  It doesn’t take her long to show no mercy, and left his sorry ass behind without a word in the dark while she raced against time to doctor Damn dog’s injuries.

 

Am I trying to love him or what?

 

After Westin left Celeste’s safe haven, her home once again is silent and lonely.  She decides for the first time in her life to pass her day away in sleep by the fire with Damn dog as her bed partner.  In the mean time, Westin had arrived home and is sitting in his bedroom after the heated discussion he had with his father.  He knew his father was right, but was more shocked to hear Candice stuck her nose into his business and told their parents about Sandra’s dilemma.  Over and over inside his mind Westin had to fess up to the realization he had cooked his goose. He cradles his heavy head into his hands whispering out sorry to Celeste.  “Westin what are your plans?”  Westin takes a glimpse at his kind honest father who just lost his son, and shakes his head out of his muffle confusion. “Dad I don’t know, I don’t love Sandra and I sure in the hell don’t want to marry her until we find out the results.”  John worries for his oldest son and carefully sits down with a cup of coffee in hand.  “Will you tell me son about this Indian girl?  It seems you’re mother and brother thinks she walks on water, and from what I saw when she and that huge dog was standing by Peter’s death bed, something powerful enter our home.  I must confess son her presence is someone I would not trifle with, and I worried for the safety of Candice when she was about to start a fight with the Indian.”  Westin’s face lights up with sunshine and states out, “Dad she would and can kill Candice in a blink of an eye, but she is not a fighter and dislikes confrontations against a living being.  It was Candice’s fault that started the feud between them.”  He begins to spill his guts out to his father about the wild earth girl he is madly in love with, and feels the weight of worry slide off his shoulders just talking about the girl he truly loved for the first time in his reckless life to his loving father.

It is eight o’clock in the evening when Celeste wakes up refresh and ready to attack the hidden treasures of her house.  She had a few weeks to get her house in order before Mr. Spencer moved in, so she decides to begin in the garage.   For many hours into the wee early morning hours, she diligently separates what to keep and what to give away.   She had never realize all the stuff her grandfather kept through the years, and when she finished snooping around in the garage she headed to the kitchen to make herself some breakfast.  The cowgirl sits at her lonely table waiting for her food to cook ,and begins to relive the marvelous enchanting evening she had with Westin. She shakes her head out of her thoughts when she thinks about how was she going to tell the young buck she was leaving to travel the world.  Would he go with her if she asked?  She ponders on the strange idea to have someone in her life as a mate, and stands up to finish cooking her breakfast of elk steak and potatoes.  Peter comes into her mind while she flips her potatoes in the skillet, “I’m jealous my little man that you are with my grandfather and I am not.”  The minute she spoke out her words she senses the little man’s tender spirit float around her kitchen and begins to let her tears fall for being denied the right to follow into the path of Peter.  “I miss ya Papa,” she whispers out and had lost her appetite to eat.  She moves the frying pan off the stove, and decides to take a shower before eating her meal.

The hot steamy shower didn’t help her mood at all when her puppy love emotions started to go hay wire inside her brain as she washes the scent of Westin off her body.  Unable to phantom the unfamiliar emotions that flooded her mind, she leans against the wet tile in the shower and literally weeps out her frustration to find a way out of her confusion.  Minutes ticked pass the wet stressed out girl in the shower when she speaks out loud and shuts off the water, “Am I in love with the boy grandmother?  Or do I lust after him?  Because, part of me doesn’t want a man weighing me down yet why do I feel so alive when I am near him and long for his devotion?  Am I trying to love him or what?”  No reply came to the cowgirl as she dried herself off, and left the bathroom to head into the kitchen to eat her cold meal.  Damn dog is waiting for her with his nose plaster against the kitchen window begging to be let in from the chilly day.  She smiles and forgets about her stuck troubles to let her faithful companion into the house.

 

 

“Does this mean you’ll return to my chambers of dangers?”

 

The telephone rang loudly in the early afternoon light as the modern device woke up the sleeping couple on the bear rug.  Westin automatically knew the call was for him since she never received any phone calls, and quickly got up to answer the phone.  Celeste sat up and ruffled her wild hair with her hands to a taming position as dog whined out a morning greeting.  “Faithful companion whatever will I do without you.  I love you so much my poochie.”  Dog wagged his tail and leaps off the leather sofa to sit next to her.  The minute he sits down, Celeste slowly scans up into his Great Dane frame, and gives her beast a radiant grin when she captures his loving emotion in his golden color eyes.  She is reward with a lick across her lips when Westin hangs up the phone and joins in on the precious moment between hound and owner.  “Since I’m up I’ll make coffee unless you plan to return sleeping my beauty,” Westin stands nude at the doorway of the living room, and rakes his fingers through his messy hair feeling agitated from the urgent telephone call.  Celeste doesn’t bother gawking at the man when dog jumps on top of her head with his paws and slams her head downwards in play.  She instantly yells out to Westin in glee, “Yes go ahead!” Westin turns around to head into the kitchen while mumbling words to himself.  Since it was his father who called asking him to return immediately for a serious meeting and funeral arrangements for Peter; he had no choice but to leave the safety of Celeste’s home and soon; especially when his father had a icy tone to his voice was enough to warn Westin he messed up once again.

He looks around the cozy herb kitchen of Celeste’s and ponders a life with the girl while the coffee brewed.  The young buck sits down at the new table and smiles to hear Celeste screech out in play in the living room with dog.  Last night tender love session was out of this world for Westin.  Never in his life being with a woman did he feel complete when he was with Celeste.  Her earthy muscle frame fit him to a Tee in all attributes even if she was three inches shorter than him. He thinks back to the time her first session of learning the art of coupling with him, and marveled at the virgin who blew his doors open with her free form love making style.  No man would have realized she was inexperience by the way she devoured his body to perfection.  And since she shaved her two-tone flower all of pubic hair the intensity of skin on skin was an epic sensation.  He begins to grow hard sitting naked at the table, and pulls his messy hair back out of his face.  He could have sworn last night he was floating on a sea of love when he entered her warm honey tunnel.  In fact now that he is thinking about it, every time he does enter her, a mystical dream appears inside his brain of being in a far away place in a forest with Indian girl Celeste by his side.  He is knocked out of his thoughts when he feels her strong fingers massage his bed head.  “Thank you for last night Westin, it truly was a delicious yummy event,” she spoke in a slow husky tone and kissed the crown of his head. Westin busted up laughing and watches the nude curvy rump with a tiny red heart tattoo pull down two mugs.  “I thought you said we were to have no sex?”  Celeste moves her long waist length hair out of her face, and pours hot coffee into the mugs. She gives him a wink with her yellow color eye, Westin melts in love with her wild sexy look when Damn dog licks Westin’s hip and wags his tail.  “Hey don’t lick me dog,” Westin moves his nude body away from the tall beast. He smiles and pets dog’s giant head, “Want to go outside boy?”  Dog barks out and jumps for joy towards the door.

 

She views the naked man an adores the beauty of how god created man into a perfect specimen for a woman.  She blushes red when her body calls for more, Westin senses the desire permeating from her body an approaches the wild cat in slow movement.  She sits the mugs on the table and stops his advancement, “We can’t play right now my darlin’ you must get ready to leave.”  Westin scrunches up his brow and lovingly pulls her close to his body to wrap her in his arms.  The feel of her breast against his chest and the smell of her sandalwood brings peace to his reckless heart.  “How did you know cowgirl?”  She takes a deep breath of his body and kisses his neck, “You’re family needs you now Westin to help with arrangements for Peter’s funeral.” Westin separates their bodies with a sad grin, and moves her wild hair behind her ear to expose her emerald green orb.  “I don’t know when I will return are you okay with that?”  Celeste turns her body towards the table and picks up her mug to take a sip showing him that she would be fine without him.  “You have another life that requires your attention Westin, I’m not your keeper; nevertheless, I do have something to talk with you about, but for now deal with you’re present situations one at a time and then come back to me, and not just for sex!” Westin scoops her up into his arms and nestles his nose in her intoxicating neck line.  “Your so special cowgirl and ya don’t even know it.  I don’t have sex with ya I like to think we are making love.”  She lifts her hand to his nubs of sharp hair surrounding his chin in shadow, “Does this mean you’ll return to my chambers of dangers?”  Westin hugged her tightly and kissed her lips sweetly while whispering out, “I never seem to get enough of you my lethal wild woman, I constantly ache for you.”

 

Chillin out with some super relaxing tunes until I return.

Tomorrow’s post on Poco Celeste will be the last for a week.  I’m so jazz to escape NM for a wicked weekend with friends in Las Vegas, NV.  Remember what goes on in Vegas STAYS in Vegas; and since I’m in the mix I’m sure it will be an eventful weekend.  Postings will continue on Poco Celeste when I return; Please feel free to catch up on the current story from later postings.  Kiss Kiss my wonderful readers, I got’s to git my motor running for fun in the sun!~

I want you the right way, and want you to want me just like I want you.

 

Westin handed her mug steaming with fresh java by the fireplace on the bear rug. He adores how simple the nature girl lives her life without societies amenities. The fire light casts a golden tone to the blonde hair beauty’s essence when he sits down beside her.  They take a few quiet moments to survey each other, the growing need to devour the girl weighs heavy upon Westin soul. He thinks of the snaps on her blue flannel shirt instead of buttons and desperately wants to unsnap the shirt off her body.  It has been over a month or so since the last time they coupled.  He turns red in the fire light just thinking of how they broke her round table with their wild sex.  Celeste smiles at the handsome man, “Stop Westin you’re wicked thoughts will get you no where today.”  Westin chuckled, “Sorry darlin’ it seems every time I am around you all I can think of is how delicious, sensual, and how crazy I am about you.  It’s like my heart bleeds for you when I am away from you’re body.”  He slowly reaches out to touch her bare leg skin with his finger tip, and strokes her knee cap tenderly with his thumb.  The simple touch of the man’s finger sends her mind into limbo of want and need to sex him up and down. “I can never get enough of you’re untamed spirit my wild lassie, and from what I sense ya dig me too,” he proclaimed. Celeste raises her eyes in wonder to hear Westin pour out his heart.  She sits patiently letting him tell all that he feels about her, “Celeste you’re so much different than other women I’ve been with. When I’m inside you I’m in another world of beauty, desire and lust unknown to me. Even in the way ya think about relationships, life, emotions, awe damn you name it you hold the title to being a perfect woman a man would jump through hoops for.  Sometimes I can’t think of the right words to describe you cowgirl.  Do ya know your the first girl that doesn’t make demands from me? Or yell at me when I’ve been missing in action.”  Celeste shakes her head no and continues to sip her coffee with mischief in her eyes.  “Now you stop that girl ya got a sexy look about ya that could cause me to stop thinking like a gentleman and rape you right here and now.” Celeste busted up with laughter, “Why are you telling me this now Westin how ya feel about me?”  Westin leans in close to her lips and whispers out, “Cause I’m crazing in love with you.”  Celeste lost her happy face, and cast her eyes on the bear rug in shame. Westin lifts her chin up and sinks deeply in love with her two different color eyes.  “I love how different in body, mind and soul you are compare to others. I know you and Peter had a bond that I could never phantom in my life time, but I got to know if you love me too?”  Celeste had to stand up from the odd moment of Westin professing his heart out, and puts another log on the fire.  She turns around and spots dog staring in the window.  “I’ll be right back Westin dog wants in, and I do believe I must make amends with my friend from my horrible outburst.” He stood up and said, “I’ll do it since he was scared to death to come into this house,” Celeste nodded in agreement.

She watches Westin leave the room and turns to the fire in a soft secret tone, “Yes Westin I too love you.”  Westin walks into the living room while dog crawled on his fours to reach Celeste whining out pleads of submission.  Westin is amazed at the dog’s action when he sits next to Celeste on the floor by the fire.  Inch by inch he crawls his way to the huntress, she opens her palm without words and let the dog sniff her.  He licks her finger tips in greeting, “Forgive me dog for being rude to you, I meant no harm.”  The mutt wags his tail and forgives her immediately when he places his big head on her lap for her to pet and caress.  “To this day Celeste you floor me with your loving care of animals.  I do know for a fact they love you too.”  Celeste smiles and dips down to place a kiss on dog’s big head. Celeste lays her eyes upon Westin dreamy hazel color orbs.  For several quiet moments they stare at each other when Westin acts out his steamy thoughts and touches her neck.  She closes her eyes to relish in the jitters the man’s mere touch produced in her body, “Do you love me Celeste?”  She hears nothing but lives in the sensual moment, “Tell me baby do you want me as much as I want you?” He unsnaps one snap on her shirt, “Won’t ya tell me my darlin’ that you feel the same about me?”  Dog senses the time to leave the two alone and moves his head off Celeste’s lap and situates himself a distance away from the couple.  Westin releases another snap until her bare breast is almost expose.  In snail pace Westin begins his tracing with a tender touch upon her chest.  He sees her chest rise and fall faster from his touch.  “Will you let me love you my sunshine once again,” and unsnaps another button on her shirt.”  He watches her eyes turn and swirl into emerald green, “Yes Celeste I pledge my body to you now and forever.  I want you the right way, and want you to want me just like I want you.”  The magical cowgirl finally lets her guard down, and melts into mush hearing his cherish-able words echo out.  Westin leans in and kisses her lips delicately.  She responds with open arms and plays the intimate game between lovers upon her bear rug.

Celeste takes the reigns and carefully lifts her body up out of her cross leg position to sit upon Westin’s lap.  She looks fixedly into his eyes with lust and unsnaps the rest of her shirt in slow motion.  Westin is hard and ready, but lets the girl seduce him into a beautiful unforgettable reunion sitting on top of him.  She disrobes his shirt and feels his manhood ready for action between her legs, “Love me softly Westin until we both are sedated.”  That’s all he needed to hear from her lips; even though she side stepped his question multiple times. The lovers made passionate carefree tender love by the fire light for many hours.  Over and over Westin heightens her body to ecstasy as she explodes out to the heavens countless of times her orgasmic zenith.  “My God girl your so venereal. I crave more from you, do you love me,” he whispers out upon her swollen lips as he held her face tenderly into his hands and instantly feels her juices drip down his leg. She is lost in a wonder world of sexual freedom when she lets slip her guarded words, “Yes I do.”  “Do what my cowgirl?” Westin dares to encourage her for more.  “I love you Westin.”

 

“Cowgirl I would dance with the devil and more if we stay lovers under the sun with that sexy tattoo of a red heart on you’re ass.”

 

After Celeste took her bath she headed into the living room in her oversize flannel shirt where Westin waited patiently for her with a towel wrapped around her wet hair.  He is holding onto Peter’s hair with tears in his eyes when she sits down on the bear rug to join him in a cup of coffee.  “Life without my little brother is going to be hard to handle.  He made everything seem simple and pure.”  Celeste touches his hand, “Indeed, he is the first boy I ever told I love you too.  Of course, I’ve told my papa, but I don’t use the words I love you to anyone unless I mean it.”  Westin lifts his head up to watch the cowgirl take her long wet hair out of the towel to dry by the fire.  She senses his vibes and gives him a questionable gaze, “Ask me Westin what ails you, for I will never tell a soul again what troubles your mind about me.”  It takes him a few moments to gather the right questions in his mind, and lifts up their hair braided together to view while asking his Q and A with kit gloves.

“I’m missing another clipping of my hair, and I saw this up on the clock with Peter’s hair.  Who did this Celeste?” She takes a sip of hot brew with a smile and puts her mug down for a serious conversation.  “I’ve told you already who did this Westin, so I will tell you again.  I believe it was the Little People who is a folktale in the Cherokee Nation; however, I don’t believe they are a folktale, I think they are real and quite harmless with their tricks even though I have never seen them myself.”  Westin waits for a split second and speaks out softly, “Do you see ghost?”  Celeste raised her brows and thought to herself before answering about spirits, “No I don’t, but with Peter’s death I did.  My grandfather was promising me he will take care of Peter as his own son until his spirit is reborn once again.  You see Westin I’m unsure about my understanding about ghosts in this world; but I do believe they are a human being who has passed out of their physical body, usually in a traumatic state and is not aware usually of his true condition. We are all spirits encased in a physical body, an at the time of passing, our spirit body continues into the next dimension. A ghost, on the other hand, due to trauma, is stuck in our physical world and needs to be released to go on-wards. Some ghost can display violent acts to a human because they were once ugly people of society.  This was not the case with my papa he was here to help Peter’s passing with guidance and love; however I’m sorry it happened in you’re home in front of your family.  They must really think I’m screwed up.” She watches the man do his famous move through his hair and melts with love for the man. “What happened to you in the woods tonight Celeste?”  Westin observes the uneasiness Celeste displays, “Westin tell me what you think you saw?” In deep detail Westin informs her what he thought he saw and heard an ended his sentence in wonder, “I could have sworn some kind of a dynamic magic was by that stream.  My hairs on my body stood up in fright, and made me sense I didn’t belong there, and it took dog a few moments to mustard up energy to enter that forest.” “Parts of it Westin I don’t know how to answer ya since I too am in the dark about mystical and forcible moments.  Yes you are correct with your findings, there was a force that is supreme an extremely paramount to the earth who visited me.  I believe they showed themselves to me when I was bound and determined to follow Peter’s path. This is one of the reason I chose to live alone since strange things happen to me that I can’t account for nor understand Westin. Some would call me a witch doctor or cuckoo in the head.” Westin chuckles out, “You’re not nuts girl but someone special and very dangerous at the same time; nevertheless, Celeste I heard you yell at me in a man’s voice, and you really scared the shit out of dog with a bitchen growl of a wolf.  Dog would never turn on you Celeste, so why did he?”

Celeste gazed into the fire before answering him, “I can’t answer that one Westin. I do know I felt hatred like I’ve never experience before.  I felt my whole body strength and more burst forth with power unknown to man kind and myself.  If I didn’t leave at that given moment I knew I would have killed you without looking back with regret.  I do need to say the force you felt is nothing to monkey with, they are different than a ghost haunting, and could change the existing world in a blink of an eye.”  Westin is shocked to hear her news she could have killed him. He sits quietly deep in thought watching Celeste comb her hair out of knots.  “May I ask you a question Westin?”  Westin looks up and nods yes with his head. “How did you know I was going to end my life with my herbs?”  Westin cast his eyes into the flames and whispered out with confusion, “I truly don’t know?  Something inside my brain urged me to hurry out of the barn and come into your home.”  Celeste softly touches his five o’clock shadow with her hand tenderly and states, “Tis the same with me at times, I get urges from unknown to preform or act out their will.” Westin takes a serious approach in his cross leg position, and stuns her with his come back, “Cowgirl I would dance with the devil and more if we stay lovers under the sun with that sexy tattoo of a red heart on you’re ass.”  Celeste giggles out while braiding her wet hair blushing several shades of red.  “More coffee my love?” Celeste offers her cup for him to fill, and for the first time hearing him call her his love, made her heart soften yet sad at the same time knowing she was going to kill his heart when she tells him she is leaving Ohio for good.

No Westin stop using sex as a crutch, it doesn’t cure all ailments of sorrow or hurt.

Man Kissing a Woman --- Image by © Hans Neleman/zefa/Corbis

 

Celeste shivers with cold in the woods and since she had not the proper attire to last throughout the night sleeping in the forest, she headed for home. It takes her several hours before she reaches her home nestled off the beaten path of roadways.  Tired to the bone she opens the back door to her dark house at three in the morning an immediately brews a hot cup of tea. She sits at the kitchen table and views her earthy kitchen with herbs hanging out to dry.  Tinctures of healing oils littered the counter tops along with ancient knifes and devices to cook. She ponders on Mr. Spencer’s request of living in her grandfather’s home and begins to cry her tears of leaving all she knows behind just to escape memories. The tea kettle blows a whistle of warning as she stands up from the table to pour her hot water over chamomile leaves.  The healer spots on the counter the deadly herb of Foxglove she used in small amounts to strengthen Peter’s heart, and knows if used in a large dose it would kill the patient.  Without any further ado the girl is about to sprinkle the poison into her tea when the door burst open. Westin scares the cowgirl to death when he storms into her house with an angry wild gaze, she spills the deadly herb all over the table and some into her cup of tea from the surprise entrance of Westin.  Fast as lightening Westin zips around the table and stands in front of the girl stripping the cowgirl of her death defying act.  He swings his hand in the air and knocks the bottle out of her hand.  The glass container flew in the air and shattered the rest of its contents against the wall.  They stand nose to nose ready to do battle when Westin cups her face into his hands.  “Who are you,” in a soft tone Westin requests. Celeste knocks the man’s hands off her face and becomes protective of her self.  “What the hell ya doing here boy, go back home where ya belong.”  Westin grabs her arms, and squeezes hard as possible using brute force to slam the girl against his chest.

“Stop it Westin you’re hurting me,” she gives the handsome man who seems to have been crying out his eyes a warning he over stepped his boundary.  “I won’t let you do it Celeste!” Celeste wrinkles up her brows and snarls up her lips in defiance. “Do what,” she spits out.  Westin doesn’t answer, he separates their bodies to pick up her tea and is about to take a drink of the hot liquid.  Celeste opens her eyes in surprise and knocks the cup out of his hand sending the deadly concoction across the table.  Westin takes his hand and pulls back his long hair away from his face, “You’re going to kill yourself, why else would you knock that cup out of my hand.  Don’t do it Celeste for I can’t bear two deaths in one day from two people I love dearly.”  She is confused how the man knew what her intentions were and stands still in shock.  “I believe there is something different about you more than meets the human eye cowgirl.” He watches the healer’s confusion written all over her face.  “Please lets sit by a fire and talk, do ya think we can do that together peacefully?” Celeste walks away from Westin to clean up the mess of water and herbs.  He follows closely behind the girl refusing to let up. “Get the hell away from me Westin, go home and forget me for I am nothing but a fuck up.” She is about to bend down to clean up the shatter glass bottle on the floor when Westin spins her around and kisses her.

She fights the strong man trying to wiggle out of his intense hold, but Westin doesn’t let up and urgently holds on tighter.  His kisses are sending her head whirling into a heated spiral of a tornado.  She feels her body melting and begins to lighten up to return his kiss with hunger unknown.  “That’s it baby kiss me for I need you more than ever my love,” Westin whispers out upon her lips.  Celeste is lost in the closeness of Westin’s embrace and begins to devour his body unconditionally. She feels her womanhood between her legs act out and flow with juices in the heat of the moment to Westin’s man handling demands.  He undertones her with gentle care upon her lips his devotion and love.  Celeste snaps out of the moment and breathes deeply.  She shakes her long mane and said, “No Westin stop using sex as a crutch, it doesn’t cure all ailments of sorrow or hurt.  I don’t love you nor do I love anyone else.  Just leave please; because you and I are not having sex.”  Westin takes a step backwards giving space between the couple, “Are you pregnant Celeste?” Celeste laughs out and stated, “No Westin I have made a tea to prevent, so you are safe from all responsibilities.”  “Then we will talk all night till the next day until we clear the air. And for your information I didn’t have sex with you, I felt we were making love.”  Her restraint of hearing his kind words started to ebb away, she nods yes with her head an asked, “Make a pot of coffee then and start a fire in the living room while I take a bath.”  Westin breathes out a happy breath to hear she stopped pregnancy with a tea, and hearing her agreement to at least try and talk with him in a civil tongue gave him hope for a future with Celeste…the girl of his ultimate desires.