her. She’s bleeding a lot.”
I see that and it pisses me off because it tells me that someone isn’t doing the job I pay him to do.
“Who’s on this piece of fence?”
“Rafferty. I sent him this way last week to check things over and fix what needed fixing. If he’d done it right this old gal wouldn’t be suffering like this right now,” he snarls, putting more weight on the legs when I start cutting and the animal starts thrashing.
There’s blood everywhere—on me, the animal, and the dry dirt beneath us—and I fucking hate seeing it. I inherited a soft spot for animals from Mom, and I despise seeing them in pain.
It takes us a good hour to get her free, and another thirty minutes as Abers looks her over where she’s still lying in the dirt and makes his verdict.
“Dammit! Goddammit to hell. Just fucking do it and call Rafferty. I want him in my office when I get back,” I yell, stomping towards my horse with a snarl.
By the time I get home I’m pissed and in no mood for anyone or anything, not even the smiling temptress who meets me at the door with a beer and promises of a great dinner.
“I’ll be in my office for a while. Got some stuff to do. Go on ahead and eat, Dot.”
I know she’s confused and a little hurt as I dismiss her and head for the office, but I’d rather this than take my temper out on her.
“You cost me an animal today and I want to know why,” I snarl as soon as he walks in, hat in hand, cocky little twenty-year-old grin on his face.
I like him most days, and have never had a problem with him in the year he’s been here, but today was a make or break for me. This land, these animals are a priority, not a fucking hobby, and this asshole doesn’t seem to understand that.
“Sheesh, boss, it was just a little oversight is all. I went over to check it last week but it wasn’t that bad so I thought I’d fix it on next rotation.”
“Not that bad! There are at least ten yards of fence down because that cow got tangled and dragged the fencing with her! If it was bad enough to get that far, it was bad enough to require repair. You ignored it and left the job undone, Rafferty.”
I see his throat bob as he swallows and I almost feel bad for the guy having to face my temper. Hell, I’d shit my pants if someone looked at me as murderously as I must be looking at him.
“I-I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Damn straight it won’t. You’re on fence for the next month, Rafferty, and so help me God if I go looking and find even one section of it down or listing it’ll be your ass. Got me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good, now get the hell out of here and go eat or some shit,” I growl, leaning back only when the door slams shut behind him.
It’s late and the house is silent. The hall light is on when I step out of the office, and as I take the stairs and open the door to my room I’m calm and feeling a return of my lust for Dot.
Too bad she’s fast asleep and so close to the edge of the mattress that I just know touching her now could earn me a bitch slap.
So much for best laid plans, huh?
My shower is icy but I need it because my balls are so full and sore I feel like a stiff breeze would get me off right now. Toweling off and slipping on some boxers, I creep toward the bed and slide in, ignoring the pounding in my dick that’s screaming for me to wake Dot and try again.
I’m so hard I can feel every whisper of air that caresses my skin and I almost lose my shit when she rolls over in her sleep and throws a thigh over mine, her softness settling over my shaft.
“Sweet Lord.”
The need to take her is urgent and so damn hot I have to grit my teeth against the images I have of throwing her to her back and plunging inside her.
I’ve thought of nothing but her taste and the feel of her tight sheath all afternoon. She’s like a fever in my blood and I can’t decide whether I want to taste all that heat first or cover my length in her.
“Hmm.
I see that and it pisses me off because it tells me that someone isn’t doing the job I pay him to do.
“Who’s on this piece of fence?”
“Rafferty. I sent him this way last week to check things over and fix what needed fixing. If he’d done it right this old gal wouldn’t be suffering like this right now,” he snarls, putting more weight on the legs when I start cutting and the animal starts thrashing.
There’s blood everywhere—on me, the animal, and the dry dirt beneath us—and I fucking hate seeing it. I inherited a soft spot for animals from Mom, and I despise seeing them in pain.
It takes us a good hour to get her free, and another thirty minutes as Abers looks her over where she’s still lying in the dirt and makes his verdict.
“Dammit! Goddammit to hell. Just fucking do it and call Rafferty. I want him in my office when I get back,” I yell, stomping towards my horse with a snarl.
By the time I get home I’m pissed and in no mood for anyone or anything, not even the smiling temptress who meets me at the door with a beer and promises of a great dinner.
“I’ll be in my office for a while. Got some stuff to do. Go on ahead and eat, Dot.”
I know she’s confused and a little hurt as I dismiss her and head for the office, but I’d rather this than take my temper out on her.
“You cost me an animal today and I want to know why,” I snarl as soon as he walks in, hat in hand, cocky little twenty-year-old grin on his face.
I like him most days, and have never had a problem with him in the year he’s been here, but today was a make or break for me. This land, these animals are a priority, not a fucking hobby, and this asshole doesn’t seem to understand that.
“Sheesh, boss, it was just a little oversight is all. I went over to check it last week but it wasn’t that bad so I thought I’d fix it on next rotation.”
“Not that bad! There are at least ten yards of fence down because that cow got tangled and dragged the fencing with her! If it was bad enough to get that far, it was bad enough to require repair. You ignored it and left the job undone, Rafferty.”
I see his throat bob as he swallows and I almost feel bad for the guy having to face my temper. Hell, I’d shit my pants if someone looked at me as murderously as I must be looking at him.
“I-I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“Damn straight it won’t. You’re on fence for the next month, Rafferty, and so help me God if I go looking and find even one section of it down or listing it’ll be your ass. Got me?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good, now get the hell out of here and go eat or some shit,” I growl, leaning back only when the door slams shut behind him.
It’s late and the house is silent. The hall light is on when I step out of the office, and as I take the stairs and open the door to my room I’m calm and feeling a return of my lust for Dot.
Too bad she’s fast asleep and so close to the edge of the mattress that I just know touching her now could earn me a bitch slap.
So much for best laid plans, huh?
My shower is icy but I need it because my balls are so full and sore I feel like a stiff breeze would get me off right now. Toweling off and slipping on some boxers, I creep toward the bed and slide in, ignoring the pounding in my dick that’s screaming for me to wake Dot and try again.
I’m so hard I can feel every whisper of air that caresses my skin and I almost lose my shit when she rolls over in her sleep and throws a thigh over mine, her softness settling over my shaft.
“Sweet Lord.”
The need to take her is urgent and so damn hot I have to grit my teeth against the images I have of throwing her to her back and plunging inside her.
I’ve thought of nothing but her taste and the feel of her tight sheath all afternoon. She’s like a fever in my blood and I can’t decide whether I want to taste all that heat first or cover my length in her.
“Hmm.
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