Slingshot…Fiction, Adult, Romance story
Blogging words unspoken, with Cowgirl Celeste
[Ah, breaks rosidactilae Aurora et Celeste exuberant]
As the two companions made it to Jack’s hut, he didn’t know where to begin. He surveyed the wooded area with love and respect. For many years he has spent his deserted life in the lonely valley by himself without seeing people. Who would ever guess it would be Celeste to find him. ”That girl is special and she doesn’t know how EXTRA special she truly is! Should I trust her Wolf?” Jack looked at Wolf who decided to lay by the cold fire pit, Wolf only blinked at him.
“Well I better get a fire going for us boy, it’s getting colder. How about some bear meat for dinner?” Wolf didn’t answer Jack, he was pouting. ”I know boy, she will be back soon so hang in there!” Jack gave Wolf a huge piece of bear meat, Wolf didn’t touch it. Jack shook his head and said, “Piss boy wolf! I think that woman has pampered you too much!” Wolf growled at Jack. ”Oh, so you do know what I am saying!” Jack smiled. In no time at all, Jack had his fire blazing, taking off the chilly late night’s weather.
Wolf became very alert all of a sudden, he looked into the south direction. ”No, don’t you dare wolf!” Jack barked out at the animal. He watched the lupus become extremely agitated, then howl and whine. ”What the hell is the matter with you Wolf?” Jack suddenly felt the hair rise on his back. ”Something is wrong boy…I feel it too!” Wolf didn’t wait, he took off like lightening. ”Go, to her Wolf I too fear she is in trouble!” Jack yelled out.
He stood silently trying to feel Celeste, but he could not. He had a nagging feeling the spitfire was in trouble, but couldn’t connect with her like she did with him. “DAMN IT!” Jack yelled out. There was nothing he could do, but harbor on the ill feelings. So he kept himself busy for a few hours.
Jack sat at his fire eating his dinner alone. The peacefulness of his home began to drive him crazy. He picked up his hot cup of coffee, sipping and pondering what kind of trouble Celeste could be in. ”The woman has no protection except that knife in the woods, plus she is carrying meat. I hope you find her, Wolf and fast!” Jack voiced out loud to the fire. As he sat warming his body up, he quickly remembered putting her broken arrows into his back pack. He got up from the fire and headed into his hut to get his backpack. Seven broken arrows laid hidden in his pack when he pulled them out to examine. ”Damn good spearheads! They must be made from elk bone? Let me try to fix these with bear bone, and see what I can come up with.”
He grabbed his Bowie knife, broken arrows and went back to the fire to work on her arrows. The nagging feeling he had when he reached the fire began to escalated inside him uncontrollably. ”Get to her Wolf and fast. I fear Celeste might have met her match in the forgotten Valley of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains. Protect my huntress my lord God, please!” Jack softly stated to the evening stars, he knew Wolf would travel night and day until he got to her. He turned his nervous attention on the arrows working diligently into the early morning light.