It was a gorgeous Thursday morning, two weeks later, when the call came that a trailer was arriving with a special package for Lacey. Wide-eyed and scared that someone would catch the rig before she did, she dashed out of the main house in the middle of painting her nails and scrambled for the barn, praying to God that Wesley and the boys were still in the s...
The sweat trickled down Lillian's flushed cheeks as she curled her fingers tightly under her thumbs, her small fists concealed by the loose cotton smock as she prepared to punish the drawn face leaning over her. Only inches above the child's trembling chin, the ten year old bully looked around at the other girls for assurance then turned back and with a snee...
"Don't tell Carmallita," Mr. Sanchez said with his back to the stable door. His stocky frame shielded the sight of Paco, the lead ranch hand. "Yes, sir," Paco answered then turned to walk away. "Don't tell Carmallita what?" Carmallita had walked up behind them as the two men were talking. She had overheard and her hand was on her hip with a sassy tone to...
Charlotte Marlton watched her gelding limp as she led the tall roan a few steps across the pasture. "Damn" she said aloud using language that she never would have spoken had any of her family or friends been present. Charlotte had a reputation for being spirited (her aunts would even say wild) but there are things a lady must never be witness doing...
Her laughter trilled as brilliantly clear as the sky blue Texas sky overhead. She glanced briefly over her shoulder, and saw the nose of the sorrel mare edging up on the flanks of her feisty little roan. She leaned low over the arched neck of her gelding and urged him forward with the barest nudge of her knees and whispered words of encouragement. The reacti...
Pam looked at her reflection in the mirror after splashing cold water on her face. It had been a long day, and although she loved her job and the patients she cared for, she was glad to be done for the day. She couldn't wait to get to the stables, so she and her horse Whiskey could take a nice ride until dusk. It always soothed her body and soul to spend tim...
"Wake up, bitch-boy!" are the first words you hear this Saturday morning. You look to your doorway and see your step-sister, Bridget. She looks extra sexy today, and you take a moment to study what she looks like. You see her long legs go up to her shorts, her tight white top being pulled at by her braless, erect nipples, and finally you get to her...
Chapter 3: The Auction The light streaming in through the cabin window would've been enough to wake Amy up, if it wasn't for her growing excitement. She couldn't believe that they were going to buy a mustang today, an animal so different from the thoroughbreds she was used to. She yawned and stretched, her lithe body kicking off the covers as she did so, an...
This is a story that I am working on in bits and pieces, so please understand that it's not all coming at once. If you get frustrated with this type of writing style as I do, please email me and I'll tell you when the whole story is submitted. Also constructive criticism would be much appreciated. * Beth gazed down at her darkened, muddy toes. Standing in...
The sun sank below the ridge, throwing the valley into early shadow, their rough-edges crawling across the meadow grasses and dots of scrub pine. Anne stood on the front step of the cabin wrapped in one of Elliot's big shirts, her long pale legs bare. The scent of horses and pine mingled with that of their sex still clinging to her skin. The boy, 24 years y...