After Celeste and Geraldy went through customs with ease they loaded the medical center’s supplies on their transportation vehicle. The school bus is filled to the max with medical supplies and people when Celeste reaches for her luggage in privacy. The cowgirl pulls out her large Bowie knife from hiding an inserts the sharp device inside her boot. She grabs hold of her suitcase and steps up into the crowded bus following Geraldy. The driver gives the tall muscular cowgirl a surprise glance as she stands next to him. Celeste senses the strange dark color man checking her out, she smirks without blinking an eye. Geraldy takes the last seat on the bus leaving her to stand by a window frame in the back of the bus. No choice she moves to the open window with a smile on her lips they arrived safely upon Haiti’s dirt without drama.
Taking off her wet straw hat and scratching her head, she breathes deeply and returns the shade hider upon her damp golden curly hair. The forty eight year old horse breeder instantly situates her body for the long drive, and leans against the open window to view the evening sites while the bus plugs along down the street. She tunes out the loud chatter of people as she mediates to her spirit centering her mind with peaceful images. Celeste breathes in deep to capture the different scents of Haiti’s dark atmosphere. A horrible scent of smoke burns her nostrils. She tries to filter out in her mind the odd scent when her bus comes to a screeching halt. Her hand reaches out and grips hold of the window frame to prevent her from falling forward. Celeste immediately glares out the open window and spots several men with machine guns surrounding their bus.
As the Haitian men with guns scream at the bus driver in French the occupants laid silent. Celeste glances at Geraldy’s worried face and whispers, “What’s going on?” Geraldy tells Celeste not to do anything and that their bus was under attack. That’s all Celeste needed to hear for the rebel to kick herself into a protective mode. She views Geraldy walk up to the driver to stand beside the fear stricken man. Celeste quietly reaches for her marbles and slingshot in her luggage. In a matter of seconds the wild west woman assembles her wrist rocket slingshot and grabs a few marbles for ammunition. She shoves the marbles in the pocket of her Daisy duke shorts, and keeps three marbles in her hand to place one in the tubular band with lightning speed. Loaded for bear, she straddles her long leg through the window frame readying herself to open a can of whipping on the thugs. Her movement was noticed by one of the armed men. He immediately aims his gun in her face and yells at her in native tongue. Geraldy quickly turns his head towards Celeste. His eyes open wide in shock to see Celeste with her slingshot hanging out the bus window. He bellows out at her to put her weapon down in English.
Celeste never having a gun aimed upon in her face, she took a deep inhale of air and held firm drawing the tubular band back ready to fire at the man with the gun. Man did she have an overwhelming sensation to spit but thought against the crude manner. She could see the scared gawk the Haitian projected as the earth woman refuses to let her guard down. She felt sure her slingshot was known to shoot over 100 mph and could place a world of hurt upon a person; nevertheless it made her emotions flutter with reasoning her plan of attack. Intense minutes tick by when the reckless half breed tires of the game. She yelps out at Geraldy to tell the man to put down his weapon, or she would shoot his eye out. Celeste instigates the Haitian man with the gun in her Mexican Southern tone, “Come on homie let’s tango!” Geraldy drops his mouth open in shock. He didn’t realize that Celeste wasn’t afraid to shoot her weapon at the man. He was beginning to feel scared for her and his group with the wild woman’s dangerous actions.
Saved by grace, the thugs with the machine guns abruptly disappears into the darkness when a white vehicle screeches to a halt in front of their bus. Celeste takes note a large military man with a red beret on bark out orders demanding everyone get off the bus. The cowgirl breathes a sigh of relief and preps herself to disembark the vehicle. She is the last person to get off the bus as she shoves her slingshot in her back pocket while descending the steps. With no warning her slingshot catches hold onto an object, she pivots her body to release the slingshot and loses her balance on the step. Strong arms cradle her backside in time before she hit the ground. She watches her slingshot, marbles, and hat dropped to the ground. Celeste suddenly could feel the beefy body’s strength as she glides her strong hands down his arms. She tips up her face to give the foreign man a glance as he places her feet safely upon the ground. Handsome honey brown colored eyes shine with delight into the cowgirls face. An electric charge courses through Celeste’s soul as she tries to get her barrings from her clumsy descend totally captivated with his juicy full lips. She moves her wild hair away from her face to get a better view of the man to thank him for catching her. The pure innocence of looking into his domineering eyes was the cowgirl’s first mistake. They silently observe each other while embracing each other in dumbness. Celeste blushes and regroups with speed to pick up her belongings.