fuel the flames. Smoke began streaming from the sticks.
“Humph.” Irritated by Sheila’s drama, Dakota fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t want a new team member. He liked their small group just the way it was. He trusted everyone and they did their jobs. Adding a new person to the mix was asking for trouble. He didn’t like trouble. And they didn’t need a new team member. Four was the perfect number for most locations. Any more investigators and they’d start tripping over each other. Of course he didn’t point that out to them; they seemed too excited. “You said, ‘She’s on her way.’ What does she look like?’”
“You’re such a man,” Kat said. Disdain dripped from each syllable.
“Well, yeah. So?”
“She has big boobs, a great ass and...”
“Nice, Kat. Never mind.”He turned to leave. The equipment boxes were in the van. The sooner he could get them in here the sooner they could pack up and go home.
“She’s just teasing you, Dakota. Actually, I couldn't get much. I can tell you that I feel hot, as if sunshine is beating down on me and warming my face. And she has two thick braids, blonde braids.”
“Like Heidi?” Kat laughed.
“Who is Heidi?” The mention of blonde braids wasn’t lost on him. Rather, he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. The woman from his dream? The woman his ancestors had warned him about? It couldn’t be. He’d first dreamed about her a week ago and couldn’t stop thinking about her. Each night he woke in a sweat with visions of her seared into his brain. He knew how she smelled, how she tasted, and he’d seen the trio of freckles below her belly button. Each dream was more intense. And more dangerous, he thought. He went to bed hoping and fearing that he’d dream about her. He woke each morning more exhausted than when he went to sleep. It couldn’t be a coincidence? His dream woman had two long blonde braids.
“You know, the German milkmaid. Two long braids, big boobs, and a great ass.”
“You never let up.” Dakota turned away and started dismantling the camera equipment. "So when will she get here?”
“So you like the milkmaid look?” Kat asked. Coming up beside him she started winding up the long extension cords.
“I’m Navajo.”
“What the hell does that matter, Tonto? I’m just sure Indians and Germans can screw. And besides, you’re only half Navajo. What’s the rest of you?”
This conversation was making his head spin. “Doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. He didn’t like to talk about his heritage. “So when is this German milkmaid going to get here?” How long did they have to prepare? It couldn’t be a coincidence. He knew that and couldn’t fight the feeling that once she hit town nothing would ever be the same.
Sheila looked at him, and through him - her eyes concentrating on a point past him. “She’s just hit the road. She’ll take her time getting to us. Maybe a week or more. She doesn't believe.”
Great, Dakota thought. That was the last thing they needed. A ghost hunter who didn't believe in ghosts. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter Six
Dinner for One
Chaos punched off her iPod. The Eagles weren’t improving her mood. Heading into Colorado the sun was setting on her left and it cast a strange almost ominous purple glow on the thunder clouds building overhead. She knew it was her imagination, it had to be, but the thunder clouds rolled and bumped together. The result resembled giant skulls with cavernous black eyes. Maybe she should have taken a more direct route to Durango instead of the winding highway through the San Juan National Forest. Late October wasn't too early to get a snowstorm in the mountains.
Still, the air didn't feel quite right for a storm. She laughed at herself. Since when was she psychic or a meteorologist? The air didn't feel right. Ha! Nothing felt right. She was on the run from a damned ghost and well, ghosts just didn’t exist. This
“Humph.” Irritated by Sheila’s drama, Dakota fought the urge to roll his eyes. He didn’t want a new team member. He liked their small group just the way it was. He trusted everyone and they did their jobs. Adding a new person to the mix was asking for trouble. He didn’t like trouble. And they didn’t need a new team member. Four was the perfect number for most locations. Any more investigators and they’d start tripping over each other. Of course he didn’t point that out to them; they seemed too excited. “You said, ‘She’s on her way.’ What does she look like?’”
“You’re such a man,” Kat said. Disdain dripped from each syllable.
“Well, yeah. So?”
“She has big boobs, a great ass and...”
“Nice, Kat. Never mind.”He turned to leave. The equipment boxes were in the van. The sooner he could get them in here the sooner they could pack up and go home.
“She’s just teasing you, Dakota. Actually, I couldn't get much. I can tell you that I feel hot, as if sunshine is beating down on me and warming my face. And she has two thick braids, blonde braids.”
“Like Heidi?” Kat laughed.
“Who is Heidi?” The mention of blonde braids wasn’t lost on him. Rather, he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. The woman from his dream? The woman his ancestors had warned him about? It couldn’t be. He’d first dreamed about her a week ago and couldn’t stop thinking about her. Each night he woke in a sweat with visions of her seared into his brain. He knew how she smelled, how she tasted, and he’d seen the trio of freckles below her belly button. Each dream was more intense. And more dangerous, he thought. He went to bed hoping and fearing that he’d dream about her. He woke each morning more exhausted than when he went to sleep. It couldn’t be a coincidence? His dream woman had two long blonde braids.
“You know, the German milkmaid. Two long braids, big boobs, and a great ass.”
“You never let up.” Dakota turned away and started dismantling the camera equipment. "So when will she get here?”
“So you like the milkmaid look?” Kat asked. Coming up beside him she started winding up the long extension cords.
“I’m Navajo.”
“What the hell does that matter, Tonto? I’m just sure Indians and Germans can screw. And besides, you’re only half Navajo. What’s the rest of you?”
This conversation was making his head spin. “Doesn’t matter,” he grumbled. He didn’t like to talk about his heritage. “So when is this German milkmaid going to get here?” How long did they have to prepare? It couldn’t be a coincidence. He knew that and couldn’t fight the feeling that once she hit town nothing would ever be the same.
Sheila looked at him, and through him - her eyes concentrating on a point past him. “She’s just hit the road. She’ll take her time getting to us. Maybe a week or more. She doesn't believe.”
Great, Dakota thought. That was the last thing they needed. A ghost hunter who didn't believe in ghosts. This was going to be interesting.
Chapter Six
Dinner for One
Chaos punched off her iPod. The Eagles weren’t improving her mood. Heading into Colorado the sun was setting on her left and it cast a strange almost ominous purple glow on the thunder clouds building overhead. She knew it was her imagination, it had to be, but the thunder clouds rolled and bumped together. The result resembled giant skulls with cavernous black eyes. Maybe she should have taken a more direct route to Durango instead of the winding highway through the San Juan National Forest. Late October wasn't too early to get a snowstorm in the mountains.
Still, the air didn't feel quite right for a storm. She laughed at herself. Since when was she psychic or a meteorologist? The air didn't feel right. Ha! Nothing felt right. She was on the run from a damned ghost and well, ghosts just didn’t exist. This
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