“I’m gonna’ shoot the shit out of you rooster!”


Haitian Rooster

When Celeste reached the top of the roof, she didn’t know what to think anymore. The only thing she must do is stay away from the sexy Czech man.  Silently, Celeste locked her hands behind her back, as she walked to the edge of the roof, gazing at the ocean.  The moonlight was shimmering upon the ocean, So calm, so inviting…thought Celeste.

She softly whispered, choosing her words wisely; “Okay, my ancestors, enough of this, please!….Don’t let this happen.  I have my life with my husband, and family.  I don’t want to be disrespectful to you; but I have been through enough, and this time, I don’t think I can handle this drama.  I have always listened to your teachings, but I can’t let this one happen.  So, I think I’ll pass on this one, and take my next task kindheartedly, if you don’t mind?”  Celeste looked up into the evening warm sky for an answer…nothing… “Please, a sign that you understand me?” she begged softly. She stood for a very long time, it was peaceful just staring at the ocean.

For over two hours she chanted her native musical tune to her sacred spirit,  “Yeha Noha” (wishes of prosperity and happiness). When she felt the weight lift off her shoulders, she gracefully went to her bed. Celeste tossed, and turned for an hour, until sleep finally took her at 3:00 a.m.

Fog rolling in, Celeste found herself, standing in a dense foggy woods.  She looked around at the familiar aged trees she knew so well when growing up in Alabama. She felt a presence of a being, close at hand. Not being scared, Celeste took a deep breath, and took a step forward through the dense fog, until she was standing in a stream.  “Hey this is my place I use to shoot grasshoppers, and frogs with my slingshot, grandfather made me…Ringo, Ringo…” Celeste quickly called out excitedly.  When Ringo, her raccoon friend, did not come forth, she called to her mother…” Mom, is that you out there?”  No answer…Celeste quickly remembered the fog in the woods, the day Ghost her horse departed, and her mother who never said good-bye, had suddenly disappeared. With a sad smile, and wanting to cry, she whispered his name….”Ghost, are ya here?”  Celeste didn’t want to move, she was becoming to scared to do anything. She was ready to turn around, and walk away, when the fog split apart.

An elder of an Indian woman appear before her. Adored in a white deerskin dress with shells hanging. Coal black, shinning, straight, long hair, with soft shapely, brown doe eyes.  As the figure began to walk towards Celeste, her shells chimed sweet music.  Celeste was in awe…” I am honored grandmother to meet you finally.”  Celeste spoke with pride.

“Not enough time, child of Nature, to tell you all, know this:  We are all connected and when one suffers we all do for centuries…we need much love toward humans of all culture to redeem ourselves from past evil done to people everywhere. Men ignorance and greed is destroying this country..we need wise men and women that first protect Nature. You are nature, and must heed our warnings. There is a lesson in all of this, Hialeah Elena.  The weight will be unbearable at times, but you are strong, and will find your path! One who talks to animals…a wolf must learn patience even in the softest meadows. You are the light he must have to survive, and humble his very existence.” Celeste dropped to her knees, and honored the figure. “Grandmother, please I will be forsaking my vows to my husband.” Her grandmother smiled softly and said, “Child of the light,  let it happen, you are Cherokee.  Our believes are different than the white man’s. The wolf is your soul-mate, your husband, is your husband.  Good-bye, Hialeah Elena, know that I am very proud, of who you have become. Walk into the sunshine with brother Eagle, and your problems will seem less great, my golden hair daughter.”  The figure then disappeared, and was replaced by a large manly figure with a gun.  “PaPa!”  Celeste called out..as Henry waved at Celeste, and vanished.

“Cock-a-doodle do”….the rooster cried out.   Celeste opened her eyes, and sat up quickly, yelling out,  “Papa don’t leave me!”  Celeste looked around the roof for any signs of her grandfather. “Damn it, just a dream.”  Celeste told herself sharply.  “Cock-a-doodle-do….”  the rooster screamed out again, in the early morning light.  Celeste yelled out, and grabbed her aching head, while pondering on the dream she just had.  She smiled, realizing she had finally met her Cherokee grandmother.  “Cock-a-doodle-do,”  the rooster bellowed out again.  Celeste stood up from her bed, and let out a roar like a loin.  “Shut the heck up, you damn fowl!”  Her roar was heard by the people below her. The rooster stopped his crowing.  Geraldy quickly ran up the stairs to check on Celeste when he heard her yell out. “Celeste I think I heard a loin, it is not possible for one to be here.” Celeste wanted to giggle, but then told Geraldy it was her, who made the sound.  Geraldy laughed and said, “I swear to god, I thought it was on top of this roof! That was pretty good, Celeste!”  Celeste, just smiled…knowing this was going to be a very long day!


“Oh Hell No Buckaroo!”


Celeste, when backed into a corner, she becomes moxie, dangerous, sharped tongue, extremely intelligent, gutsy, and reckless. Once she puts her mind in a mode to escape, or protect herself, everything gets out of control and crazy. As she gazes upon Valis the man mumbled out his shy words. Even though there is a huge difference with their languages, Celeste did not miss the Captain’s sentence. Cool as a cucumber the cowgirl shows no emotion for his audacity of blurting out “I want you.” Flashes of scenes over take her thinking process how Valis treated her upon arrival in Haiti. The nerve of the man for him thinking she may want a piece of nookie from the foreigner. She looses her composure an chews the man out.

“Oh, hell no, you didn’t just say that to me, dude, did you?” Valis’s eyes raise to attention hearing her bark. “Listen hombre, you don’t even know me enough, to say that to me! Besides I am married, an I…really don’t need another pecker around me!”  Valis scrunched up his brows, processing her quick, sharp response.”Okay, listen buckaroo, this is not going to work! There is NO blending of souls gonna’ happen here! So, take your junk in your truck, and skedaddle out of here! Before I escort  you out!” Celeste gave Valis a brass stare, while her chest puffed up like a rooster, ready to defend her coop.

Valis immediately blushed, he knew he set her off with his words. For the life of him, he could not understand a lick of her language. Being the military man he is, he quickly deescalated the situation.  “Sorry, Cheri, I say wrong words, I try again, please?”  Valis struggled slowly to pronounce the correct words in English, hoping he could correct his crass statement in time. Celeste stood up and put both her hands on her hips. Valis quickly followed, and stood before her, almost touching her nose. Both huffed and puffed, not verbalizing for what seemed to be hours. Celeste was melting, being in the presence of this man.  She was no longer mad, but occupied by Valis body’s heat. Damn her body! All Celeste’s is mind was telling her to do, is grab the hunk, and kiss the shit out of him.

To tell you the truth, the scene between her legs were no different. In the moment, she seemed to be locking horns with her body, and mind. A memory invades her mind from long ago. Her grandmother warned her in a letter that she will meet up with a man who will be her soul mate. Trying to filter all what was happening to her, and determined to not fulfill the ordained words of her grandmother. It was getting harder to look upon this person without the need to ravish him. Why was her body doing this to her? What does she have to learn with this spiritual coupling? She knew if she ever spoke her Indian belief’s to others, they would truly think she is “mal de la cabeza” (Crazy in the head)… So the only thing she could do, is turn him against her.

“Please, I try again.”  Valis reached for her hands behind her back, stepping closer so their bodies felt the heated charge they both ignited.  He didn’t know why he did it, but he wrapped her arms around his waist, and pressed their bodies together into a firm strong hold.  “I sorry, Cheri! I don’t know what’s happening to me?  Do you?”  Valis whispered.

How could Celeste be angry….she knew what was happening, and wasn’t going to indulge any more information to a person that she knew would become a lover. A foreign lover to boot! When Valis saw her eye brows bunch up, he knew she was pondering on his words.  He watched her lips make funny faces, until he lightly touched her chin and brought her lips to his. Ever so softly, did both their lips touch. As Valis whispered upon her lips, “Soon, Cheri!” he felt Celeste stiffen.  Then without warning he released Celeste, and said, “I must go, I see you again, oui?”

WTFudge? Celeste thought….she was in lala land. The breathless kiss, sent her to heights she didn’t know was possible inside her body.  Floating, calm, serene, feelings developed her. All of a sudden, she was shaken from the soft kiss.  The captain gave Celeste a naughty smile, as he turned on his heels, heading for the exit. Celeste watched his back side retreat, she kicked herself into gear and asked for her weapons back.  “I not bring them, see you again,” was all he said, he gave her a wink with his delicious honey color eye, and left the school.

Celeste looked at her flask of whiskey, when he left, she reached for it and took a hardy swig. As she walked up to her rooftop, she was bound and determined to talk to her spirits about this coupling garbage. This was not right, this was ALL wrong, and someone has to give, and this time, it ain’t gonna be me! Celeste reasoned with herself!

Please Cheri take my hand?


Celeste felt like a heel, when Geraldy translated Valis’s words.  Valis didn’t mean to come off as a hot shot, but had to do his duty as a soldier.  When Valis extended his hand in friendship towards Celeste with a hopeful smile upon his lips, Celeste studied the captain’s face, she noticed his left eye was red, an a little swollen.

Celeste was actually scared to touch the captain’s extended hand. Not wanting any type of contact with him, because her spirits foreordained this coupling. Celeste was bound and determined not to let this happen. “Please!” was the word spoken from Valis. Celeste’s heart melted, when he uttered the word.  He was so sincere, and wanted to make a mends with Celeste.

Geraldy, turned to Celeste and said, “Celeste, you must forgive, and forget!”  Damn it, Geraldy, don’t push me.  You have no idea how much I would love to do that. Celeste screamed inside her mind. No one moved for a few moments, until Celeste knew that she must be polite,and hide her feelings.  Something she knew how to do, all to well. Just do it girl, and get it over with!Celeste said silently to herself.  She finally extended her hand.  With haste, Valis shook her hand, and quickly released it with a shocked look.  He felt a warm electrical charge climb up his arm, just like he felt, when he kissed her hand. He quickly looked at her and smiled. Celeste wasn’t going to say anything, she too felt the connection.

Before to long, Celeste and Valis tried to get to know each other, with the help of Geraldy. He translated every word back and forth, and watch Celeste soften her stance with the captain. When Valis asked Geraldy about her skin color, Geraldy smiled and told him in French, that she was a half-breed Indian. “What does half breed mean?” Valis questioned Geraldy while gazing into Celeste’s eyes.  “It means, she is from a tribe of Indian’s called Cherokee, and she is also half Scottish. That is what American’s call a half-breed. Let me tell you this, she is every bit a true American cowgirl!”  Valis absorbed the information, while Celeste gave them an inquisitive look.

“Hello, boy’s? I’m right here?” Celeste, hated that these men were talking about her, in French.  Geraldy, smiled and told her in English he was explaining to the captain, that she was a half-breed. Valis smiled at Celeste warmly, melting her heart even more towards him.

Before to long, Geraldy excused himself, stating he was tried and needed sleep for the busy day tomorrow.  “Good to see you captain, please don’t stay long. We have a busy day tomorrow.” He shook the captain’s hand, and gave Celeste a kiss on the cheek, leaving her to entertain the captain alone!

Being alone with Valis, sent shivers up Celeste’s spine. She knew she was doomed when Geraldy left her alone, with Valis. Before she knew it, Valis somehow closed the gap between the two. Celeste noticed he was smelling her, and almost sitting on top of her.  She became nervous, and shy. “Hi-a-lee, I must ask you why do these people call you, Celeste?” Valis said, while he knocked her out of her thoughts. “What did you say?” Celeste questioned him. Slowly, and clearly the captain stated his comment to her again in his broken English. This time she could follow his words, an answered.  “I’m sorry for deceiving you Valis, yes, my name is Celeste, but my Indian name is Hialeah Elena.  It means, beautiful meadow…

Valis smiled at Celeste, knowing he was beginning to break down her defenses as he thought to himself…I will have her, soon…oh, yes, I will!

“No matter what happens…I will take control of her!”


Valis silently ponders to himself, “What is the matter with this woman?  Is she going crazy on me?”  He views Celeste try to filter her thoughts in her mind, till her eyes almost bugged out of her head with realization of her situation. What did I do? Does she not trust me? Or was it my frisk job that scared her off?” Valis questions himself.  His earlier blunder comes back to the UN officer.  He had trouble keeping his attention on his duties for two days when he addresses his unit.  It didn’t help much when he was receiving vivid vision’s of his hands exploring the lusty’s American’s body. His undoing was when he called one of his Spanish men, Hi-a-lee. He knew he was in trouble the minute the words left his mouth. The man gawks at his captain dumbfounded and said, “Sir, my name is Hilario, not Hi-a-lee?”  

“Damn it, man, I know that!” Valis barks at the young man in anger. Hilario is confuse and questions himself, “What is the matter with him? Why did he call me a girl’s name?” Hilario overhears the men chuckle under they’re breath. He has not heard about the American Indian women yet. However, Valis’s crew overheard the conversation between Celeste and their captain on the auto’s radio. Valis, didn’t realize that he left his radio on when he called into headquarters to alert them of the possible danger with the school bus.

Hilario glances at his comrades and then back at his captain.  He overhears someone say, “Perhaps, the captain needs to check you for weapons.” Valis heard the man’s comment and immediately springs into action, “You got a problem, boy?”  Valis barks out in a dangerous tone. “No, sir, sorry Captaine!” The rest of the men kept their mouth close not wanting to rock the boat.  Valis walks over to the window and goes into an embarrassed trance thinking about his mistake.  This is the first time Valis’s men have ever witness a weakness from the Lone Wolf.  Valis comes to the conclusion his men found out about the American girl. How did they find out?  He tries to ponder on what gave him away, but couldn’t find one. He is wasting time when one of his men dares to help his captain out, “Sir, my I speak, sir?” Valis gave the man a threatening glare.  The man instantly regrets speaking up.

The young Spanish man named Marcos is nervous.  The room is secretive enough to hear a pin drop on the floor.  Sweat beads form upon his brow, he steps forward and speaks, “Sir, next time sir shut the radio off in your car!”  Valis’s eyes flew open wide! For a few moments everyone of his men held their tongues as they view their captain’s face. Valis recovers quickly and smiles at his men.  If he gave them any warning of how stupid he felt by being caught with his pants down, that would be the end of his “Lone Wolf” statue. The young man relaxes after seeing Valis smile, and decides to step back into line.  It is very quiet in the room when Valis announces out, “Okay, men I need to do something important your all dismiss.”  The men didn’t hesitate they left the room with smiles on their faces.  Valis waits for his men to leave him alone.  He comes to the conclusion he will visit the wild one.  He turns around on his heels stating to himself with a smile on his lips, “No matter what happens…I will take control of her!”  Valis blinks out of his private thoughts when Celeste bores her orbs into his soul.  He realizes at that moment staring into the mysterious woman’s eyes, the American woman was not going down without one hell of a cat fight.


“I want my weapons back today, buck!”


Celeste was flabbergasted remembering the contents of her Cherokee grandmother’s letter. The minute Valis touches her hand, the current of his sexual energy overwhelms her reasoning. She is unsure how to handle the creepy sensation of knowing someone had a handle on her path of life. Realization kicks her in the rear as the half breed has a private conversation with herself, “It was Valis! He’s the one who belongs to the earth. That’s why I was having those dreams and visions of late.”  Her eyes shift to and fro trying to remember the exact words in her grandmother’s letter. A certain sentence in the old letter pops into her mind, “He will be stronger than you in body, but is your equal in mind.” 

Geraldy tries to capture the cowgirl’s attention and calls out her name.  She hears nothing as childhood memories flood her mind. “So grandmother’s words were true.”  The half breed’s skin crawls with goose bumps as she finally grasps the ordain shit inside her head.  “I shouldn’t be here…why did I come here?”  She reasons with herself in worry.  Valis is confused how Celeste suddenly went inside her head, and has a conversation with herself.  “Is she nuts?” Valis wonders, “Why are they calling her Celeste? Isn’t her name Hi-a-lee?” Not knowing what else to do he clears his throat trying to catch Celeste’s attention.  He views her lips mumble words silently. She didn’t even glance at the G.I. Joe man.

Celeste gawks at the ground deep in thought of her memory of the foreordain words. Geraldy gently touches her arm. “Huh?”  Celeste grunts out and glares at Geraldy in a bewilder state. “You okay, Celeste? Where did you go just now, or are you going mental on me?” Geraldy jokes tenderly.  He stretches out his hand for her to take.  She blinks her strange eyes several times at her friend and takes his hand to follow.

“This is not fair…damn ordain Indian crap.  What have I gotten myself into? I should have known better not to come to Haiti!” Celeste questions herself sharply while sitting down in a plastic chair.  “Celeste what is wrong with you?” In deep concern Geraldy inquires to the baffled Celeste.  Shaking her head clear, the spiritual woman gets a eye full at her friend, “Nothin’ is wrong. I was remembering something along ago.”  She sizes up Valis’s massive body in yawp. “He probably thinks I am loco (crazy) in the freaking head? Well, I am so why not give him a little piss and vinegar, and scare him away from me?”  Heat boils inside her mind to defy and control the out come.

Without warning the American woman blurts out to Valis in a bothersome tone, “What ya doing here slick? Didn’t ya get enough of my body two days ago?”  Valis didn’t understand her sharp comment towards him.  Geraldy chuckles and translates her comment in French to the captain. Valis gives Celeste a threatening look. Celeste dangerously returns his stare daring him to make a move. Valis breaks their connection an asked Geraldy in French to translate his words to Celeste. Celeste could careless at this point what he said; she quickly takes a large swig of whiskey from her metal flask. Valis scrunches up his brow viewing the hickey lady’s behavior. Celeste wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, and then turns her attention upon the foreigner ready to do battle. “I want my weapons back today, buck!”

Damn…she looks like a wooden nymph.


Celeste tried her best to keep her composure while checking the captain out.  But being so close to Valis, made her feel like a shy little girl with her first crush.  She remembered him in his uniform, not the black mysterious outfit he was wearing. Without a hat on, Valis was to intoxicating not to stare at.  His manly features were handsome, strong, and extremely yummy looking to Celeste.  Oh…fudge, he’s hot…I’m in trouble,  flooded Celeste’s mind of Valis….He’s too damn young for me.  God, let me run my fingers through his… Her mind stops, when Valis touches her hand lightly, and brought it up to his lips.   

Well, I be dipped in chocolate, is this the same dude as yesterday?  Celeste reasons with herself while feeling embarrass by the captain’s gesture. The only person who ever kissed Celeste’s hand was her childhood tutor. Geraldy quickly stopped the connection between the two, and let Celeste come down off the stairs to join the others in conversation. Celeste was thankful Geraldy couldn’t read her body language, or she would be in big trouble.

Valis couldn’t take his eyes off Celeste. Her earthy scent was captivating him into dumbness! He didn’t want to gawk at her, but couldn’t help himself.  The energy was to strong between the two.  Valis had a hard time controlling his personal examination.  She seems much different than yesterday.  Celeste looked more like a young lady with her hair piled upon her head, and wearing a summer yellow short dress with no shoes on.  As he views her long strains of hair escaping the lose fitting bun, he finds her hair accents her oval face and high cheek bones to perfection.  Time stood still as the silent pair is speechless checking each other out. So her eyes are two colors! Valis thought to himself. Damn…she looks like a wooden nymph.  His skilled eyes didn’t miss too much of the strange American woman. He scans her from head to toe! Her skin is darker than most for being an American? he questions himself.

When Valis looked into Celeste’s strange eyes once again, he felt her spiritual energy telling him inside his head to stop looking at her. He knows not why he answers her back out loud, but in his native language, “Promiň, nechtěl jsem zírat.” (Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare) “What the hey did you just say to me hombre?” Celeste spoke out in a baffled husky tone. She glances at Geraldy to help translate Valis’s spoken words. Geraldy shrugs his shoulders in a “I don’t know” fashion.

Celeste then turned her attention back to Valis, he recognized her confusion on her face and realized he had spoken in his native tongue.  Slowly and clearly, Valis spoke his broken English to Geraldy.  Celeste was able to catch a few of his words, but was more intrigued by his sexy accent. Sheesh….his heavy accent is hard to understand.  I wonder where he is from, Russia?  Celeste picks apart his language to herself.

Geraldy answers Celeste’s private thoughts that Valis was from the Czech nation, and was here to check on their group. “Bull-shit,” she said inside her head, as she views into Valis’s intoxicating honey colored eyes. He kind of looks familiar but knows she has never met the man.  She shakes her head out of the crazy idea when suddenly a vision of a man pops in and out of her thoughts. Scrunching up her eyes, she shook her head in a no indication, and glares deeply into Valis’s eyes. Valis senses the wild cat is battling demons to keep her composure. Geraldy knows something is bothering his friend. The half breed is boinked out of her thoughts when she realizes he is the same man from her childhood dreams.  Stunned….It can not be? Is this my soul mate! Celeste starts to question her thoughts as she remembers a long time ago. Her skin crawls with acknowledgement something strange is brewing.  A letter of long ago pops into her mind written by her Cherokee grandmother.

OH…fudge he’s hot…I’m in trouble!


When Celeste arrived back at the school, she was wiped out and hungry!  All she wanted to do is take a shower from the sweaty, hot, debating day. Geraldy, opens the school’s doors where Celeste was greeted by many new smiling faces. Putting her happy face on, she waited till she met everyone, then excused herself for a shower.  “Do not be long, Celeste, dinner will be ready soon.”  Geraldy spoke to her as she climbed the stairs to her rooftop with heavy feet. “No worries, be done in a few moments, I just want to rinse off,” Celeste replied back.

In no time at all, Celeste felt refresh from the cold shower. She decided to wear a pale yellow cotton sundress, that was light an airy for the evening.  Her unruly hair was another story. She had never really had her hair cut, a task she did herself. Celeste was a rancher and earthy woman. Never having the time to really take care of herself, she thought the long hair was easier to manage.  She loved her easy methods of styling her hair.  The only styles she wore were braids, pony tails, and buns; and since her waist long, golden curly hair was becoming frizzy with the humid air, she put it into a bun.  Letting a few wisp’s of her curly hair frame her oval face, she was ready to head downstairs to mingle and eat.

As she looked over the edge of the rooftop, she had a clear view of the courtyard, where many people were talking seriously.  Celeste spotted an interesting white man, who was wearing black attire.  He was involved in a serious conversation with Geraldy.  Quickly, Celeste headed for her luggage, pulled out her flask of whiskey, and went downstairs. When she was stepping on the last step, Geraldy met her at the bottom and said.  “Celeste, Captain Valis and I were discussing customs, please join us.”  Celeste didn’t have time to take her last step, when Valis immediately stood in front of her, and took her hand to kiss. She so desperately wanted to back away from his touch but held firm her stance on the stairway

Celeste’s stomach became full of butterflies. The pure mention of Valis’s name sent her mind in a whirl. As she watched him lightly touch her hand and bring it to his lips, her body began to hum with excitement. OH…fudge he’s hot…I’m in trouble! Celeste said to herself trying to control her legs from buckling under the captain’s touch. He is handsome more than she remembered in his civilian clothing. His clean manly scent drifts under her nose as she dares to peak at his honey colored eyes. Valis is lost for words when he touches her hand. All he wanted to do is capture her intoxicating scent before she took her hand away. He smiles at Celeste in a pleasing fashion, and notes without her cowboy hat she did indeed have two different color of orbs.