“Son of Bitch what the hell ya chicken shit for,” he yells out with frustration.

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The half breed begins her track home after Chief left her behind in the woods when she displayed her bad attitude to the earth.  It gives her time to cry out her lost for Peter, “I’m sorry Peter I could not save you.  One day I will see you again Child of Light and together we will ride Ghost in fun and laziness.  You’re going to love my grandfather, he will teach you all he knows and shower you with love beyond imagination.”  Each step she took on the wet dirt in her moccasins she thought of the person who invaded her thinking process, and mucking up her dangerous thoughts of doing away with her presence.  Why on God’s green earth did she suddenly feel like tearing apart Westin with her bare hands in such a violent manner?  Several silent moments passed her by when hunger pains growled away in her stomach.  “Well I guess I can make shelter somewhere for the night, but right now I have to eat something.”  The cowgirl pulls out her slingshot ready to hunt for the evening before daylight slips away.  It takes the girl over an hour to kill a rabbit in the woods as she builds a fire warding off the cold night to come.  All is quiet in the dark woods while the half breed sits alone by the fire to eat her kill.  In a soft tone she speaks out her trouble thoughts, “I want to leave now more than ever, but what will I do without my forest?  Will society be worse or better for me to live a normal life?  Maybe I could find a place that I could be helpful to children who are alone and have lost their parents?”  Celeste ponders on the idea of visiting a children’s homeless shelter to work as an aid.  She smiles for the first time to her self the irony of Miss Savage teaching children how to protect themselves, and survive in the world without anyone.  She plants the seed of possibilities, and finishes her meager dinner without words.

Westin is waiting at Celeste’s farm for over three hours when Chief barrels into sight without his rider.  The evening is dark and cold when Westin rakes his fingers through his brown hair with worry for his cowgirl.  He knows his best option is staying put and waiting; but with the growing cold air and what he experienced in the woods, and at home when Celeste was present left him to think who the hell she was. He relives the anger that spurred forth out of the Indian girl by the stream he first saw her sunbathing. “Jesus God I swear she was going to rip me to shreds.”  He shakes his head in disbelief the rage in her eyes he saw and knew without a doubt she was ready to annihilate anyone and anything in her path. He decides to quit thinking, and gets out of his auto to put Chief away for the night in the barn.  “Where did ya leave our girl Chief, do ya think she is safe?”  Chief turns around and whinny’s at the woods, “Will ya take me boy to her?” The young buck instantly makes a decision to jump onto the horse’s back.  Chief side steps the boy the minute Westin grabs his mane and refuses the man a ride upon his back.  “Damn it boy I have to find her, please.”  Chief stood firm refusing the boy his request.  Once again he streams his hand through his hair when Damn dog shows up.  “Dog take me to Celeste?” The dog gives Westin an unsure glance and lays down on the cold earth.  “Son of Bitch what the hell ya chicken shit for,” he yells out with frustration.  He quickly remembers the fear she inflicted upon dog when she barked out like a ferrous mutt after Damn dog growled at her with anger.  “Fine then I will wait till she arrives.”  Westin opens the barn and takes note all her animals were gone.  With care he throws hay to Chief and quickly builds a fire to stay warm.  The fire is flaming hot when he heads to her kitchen in the back for a drink.  The cabinet is bare and free of all alcohol when he slams the door shut.  On the counter he spots her flask and shakes it to hear if liquid swished around in the container, and is denied the pleasure of the deadly spirit.  He stomps his way back to the fire and sits to warm his blood in peace.  Peter enters his mind at once all the times they played and laughed, his heart breaks into for the lost of his brother’s life.  He lets his tears fall in solitude for many hours until the sickening words of Sandra’s pregnancy creep-ed into his lost soul.

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