the roundup

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The sun hung low across the Dakota skies,the thundering of hundreds of hooves filled the air. The herd of wild horses appeared over the horizon as the riders on horseback steered them towards an open corral. The lead rider calling out orders from behind the bandana keeping the dust from filliling lungs.The horses would be corraled,charted and then taken across land to their new owners. This group of ranch hands seemed small compared to the horses mass but the riders manauevered them beautifully until the gate was pulled closed behind them.

One by one the hands slid from their horse and walked the tired animals to the barn. The horses would be feed,brushed and walked until they cooled down. One lone hand seperated from the group and towards a small bunkhouse,much smaller than the others. Entering the house the figure dropped the saddlebag onto a chair and stopped as the sound of a truck coming along the winding dirt road of towards the main house of The Lazy Ace ranch.Turning the figure peered out the door,watching the new man that looked around him. This must be the new owner who had insisted of coming from California to make the run with them.

Pulling the bandana from chin,the figure moved out to meet the man. Since it was up to the main ranch hand to oversee most operations of the ranch. Nearing the man the voice that met him was not the rough male voice he had expected. "Welcome to the Lazy Ace. I'm Alex Morrison. Mr. Davidson asked me to keep an eye out for ya.'Came the very female voice.

With her hair pulled up under her hat and the dirt and dust that covered her face it was hard to tell her features. She held a gloved hand out for him to shake.Her boss.Mr. Davidson picked that moment to appear from the main house,he grinned. The reaction of the new man's reaction was normal when they first met Alex but he knew Alex could do her job and do it well. Most men could not even keep up with her,she was always on the go. Her energy hardly draining,he thought of her as a daughter. Most hired hands also thought of her a sorta baby sister even if she was their boss.

((Looking for one male to be the new owner of the horses and please no one liners..IM before posting))

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**bumping..are there no cowboys out there to lend a lady a hand with this thread? *smiles cutely**

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*twirls her lasso..just another bump**

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Just a friendly bump....

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And another bump for the night

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Kyle Jacobson was the son of a farmer's son. His family has been always been farming. Whether it is here in the States, back in Europe or whatever far flung distant lands the most ancient sires whose seed begat the first tender children that would become his forefathers, came from.

To be honest Kyle wasn’t your typical farmer, to be completely honest farming was the last thing he wanted to do with his life, he’d gone to college in Berkley and gotten his first taste f the wider world and enjoyed it…maybe a little too much. Still family is family and he was the only child of his now deceased parents, so he took over the farms and did his best to make them proud with how he managed them. That being said he had changed his business from the one his parents had built. For one thing he had sold all of his family’s crop lands off to the large “agri-corps” for a nice little profit. Besides a family owned farm can’t compete with the mega food conglomerates these days.

He still kept three “Ranches” though that he owned and operated. Although most of the money he lived off of these days came from the sale of his other lands. His biggest ranch was in Montana, this was his actual ranch, where he had a couple of herds of beef and dairy cattle and some poultry livestock. This is where the best of the horses from this ride would end up, living their lives out in quiet peace as the work horses of his primary ranch.

The other two ranches were his hobby/gimmick ranches. The places he saw as the future of his family’s company. The first was right outside of Las Vegas and was a small horse farm/betting house. Here he reared, housed and sold race horses. He had a few of his own, but mostly he had open stables there for the Vegas elite to bed their horses. Although the primary focus of this ranch was the bets his legal bookies took on horse racing all around the world. He had managed to build a trendy little ranch where the high rollers of Vegas could come and play cards or slots, take bets and eat and drink to their hearts contents…and of course pretend they knew something about the horses out in the barn. He would send the mediocre horses. He’d sell most of them he was sure of. He might keep a couple and race them himself maybe. He liked Vegas, but gambling really didn’t do much for him…he didn’t gamble himself, but he did enjoy the other aspects of the town.

The rest of the horses would go to his California ranch. This was a medium sized ranch in northern California that Kyle was trying to convert into a tourist attraction, sort of a Dude Ranch/High Class resort for Hollywood’s elite. This ranch sat on a very beautiful piece of land running up to the Pacific Ocean, with its own private secluded beach and beautiful country. Unfortunately the worst of his newest horses would end up here… he debating send those poor souls straight to the glue factory…it would be more humane than forcing them to spend time with the “elite” of Hollywood. Oh well, if this ranch turned out well he’d be happy and be earning a very healthy income.

Still before any of that happened he had to get these horses from Dakota to Montana. He’d insisted on this trail ride, he preferred it really, he wanted some time away to be on his own and think for a while…plus you had to keep an eye on any horse you bought until it was safely bedded in your own barn. Otherwise that prize horse you bought would not be the same ones you received.

Despite how much he needed this trip, he still wasn’t looking forward to it, it would be long and hard and probably very boring….that’s what he was thinking at least until he saw the tasty little Alex Morrison. She was gracefully wrapped in very practical denim and leather and dust and dirt…but that somehow that only heightens her unrelenting sensuality.

He was beginning to think this trip might be much more interesting than he first thought….

“Good morning Ms. Morrison. Are my horses all shod and ready for the trail…I’d like to set off as soon as possible. Is Mr. Davidson around?”

As he took her offered hand, which was much to soft for the work she did, he knew…this was going to be one amazing trip…

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Alex took the hand firmly,her eyes traveling over him. She groaned iwardly thinking him a city boy looking to play cowboy. SHe nodded to him as he asked the wuestion. "The horses are ready,weather will be good for tomorrow,but storms blowing at night. We will get in maybe 50-60 good hard miles before we will need to hobble them."She said solidly. She looked up as Mr. Davidson appeared behind them man.

"This is Mr. Davidson,he owns the horse at the moment. I'll leave you both to your work."She said turning on a botted heel heading back towards her small bunkhouse. She desperately wanted a shower.

She entered the house and pulled off her dusty clothes,walking to the bathroom she knew the riders and herself had to meet back at the main house in an hour. She showered and pulled her hair back ito a tight braid. Her jeans once more covered by her chaps but her shirt was a denim cowboy shirt with the top 3 buttons undone.She plopped the old beat up hat on her head and left the house.

Walking into the mainhouse always made her smile,she thought of Mr. Davidson or Jason as he had asked her to call him,as the father she never knew. She nodded to her other 5 riders as they walked into the dining room. Their boots and spurs making metallic noises as they walked. Alex nodded to the two men sitting at the table as her and her men sat at the opposite end.

"So the sale has been finalized..you all leave at sunrise. Mr.Jacobson will be joining you on the run."Jason said looking right at her. Alex jerked her eyes to the newcomer.

"You cant be serious. I dont have time to babysit a city boy. I have 12 head of horses to watch and only 5 men to help me."She said her cheeks flushing in her agitation as she stood.

"Sit down,Alex."Jason said firmly to her. "Mr. Jacobson comes from a long line of farmers,he knows what to do."Alex looked from her boss to Kyle and the pushed away from the table. "Fine."Was all she said as she turned on booted heel and left the room,all the men looking at her wide eyed.

Her riders had never seen her in such a huff before,but then they had never had a stranger on any runs. They looked back to their boss as he continued to give directions as if Alex was still in the room.

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Kyle tried very hard not to smile or even laugh as the pretty little country hen…Alex…he thought her name was, he really didn’t care much what her name was. He really didn’t care all that much about her, other than the fact that she may provide him with a good bit of sport along the trail.

Mr. Davidson finished explaining the details of the trip; it was all fairly standard and routine so Kyle didn’t pay to much attention to that. After that Mr. Davidson introduced the other riders…again Kyle didn’t care. It would be fair to say that he was distracted; he’d had a lot on his mind lately. He purchased these horses a couple of months ago, that was good, he didn’t regret the purchase he was sure he could turn a profit on them and he liked animals he didn’t even mind if he couldn’t sell them all. Things had gotten difficult since then though…..

At any rate Kyle, Mr. Davidson and the other riders shared a couple of late night glasses of Tennessee’s finest and some exaggerated stories before they slowly drifted off one by one to go to bed.

Kyle had too much on his mind though, he was anxious to get on the trial…anxious for long hours in the saddle to brings his thoughts out and a hot unrelenting sun to burn them away.

Kyle settled in with one last glass of whiskey in front of the fire, intent on staying there all night….

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Alex couldnt believe it,she had been riding for Mr. Davidson for 6 years and in all that time he had never let anyone ride with them. She removed her clothes and slid into her bunk,she tossed and turned for several hours before giving it up and sliding back out of bed. She pulled her jeans and tank top on,shoving her hat back onto her loose hair she left the bunk house.

It was not uncommon for her to make late night trips to the stables. She moved along each corral and made sure things were ready for the next morning. She had 5 hours before sunup and she was keyed up. She walked to her horses stall and cinched up his saddle,she led him out into the moolit corral and with one sure jump and well placed foot in the stirrup,she was astride him.

She let him walk himself around the perimeter of the corral as her mond wandered. She moved in the saddle as if she had been born in it. Her body moved gracefully with each step the horse made,her hair flying out behind her as she spurred him faster,several times they did this before she kicked into him and they launched over the fence.

Horse and rider seemed to melt together as they streaked off across the field towards the lake. She went there often to think or just be alone. The horse steps faded as they left the ranch,the moonlight swallong their shadows up and then they were gone.

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The fire had died down but not Kyle’s mind was still smoldering. He couldn’t sleep; he had too much on his mind.

Then he saw her, Alex, atop her horse and riding gracefully, like a natural extension of nature. Her raw sensuality radiated out threw the night like a beacon of pure passion. As her graceful form past in front of the full bright moon, with her breasts heaving with the motions of the horse, Kyle found himself moving without thinking. He quickly made his way out to the barn and found a proud dark brown stallion that seemed to be waiting for him. Quickly saddling the beast he launched himself onto the horse and with a swift kick he and his new horse exploded into the cool night air.

They flew across the ground, chasing after the fleeting image of Alex growing smaller in the rising light of the moon….

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Alex hear the faint thuds of another horse behind her,glancing over her shoulder she saw the faint outline of a horse and its rider. She kicked hard into Spirits side and they flew across the openess. She had a feeling who it was and she was going to see if he can keep up.

Her steed obeyed all her touched commans with her knees,feet ad clicks of her tongue. Fianlly she pulled her mount up in front of the lake and slowling him to a stop. She slid off the lathery back and petted him gently letting him walk off towards the water. She turned and with hands folded over her chest waited for the other rider to catch up with her.

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Kyle noticed Alex pulling her horse up the edge of the shallow lake and he smiled to himself, thinking that this night’s ride might turn out to be more entertaining than he had hoped.

Steering his horse wide to the right Kyle began a long looping circle veering in towards Alex and the lake. Kicking his horse into a higher faster gallop Kyle came crashing in through the shallow part of the lake accidently scaring Alex’s horse off at a sprint and purposefully drenching Alex from head to toe in the splashing lake water.

Laughing to him self, Kyle reached down and grabbed the hat off of Alex’s head, tossing it into the air before catching it. Smiling he looked down at Alex dripping wet and said “Well hun I guess you’ve got quite a hike back to the farm huh?”

Then Kyle tossed Alex’s hat just over her head and behind her and started to slowly walk his horse off in the direction of Alex’s horse, looking back only to admire Alex’s ass as she bent over to pick up her hat.

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Alex stepped back as the running horse moved through the water,her clothes became wet from the spray of water. Her hat fell to the ground as she remained still,watching him. Her own horse bolting in fright back towards the ranch. Her eyes glared at him as she finally moved and lifted her hat as he rode off.

Turning she let loose a string of curse words at his retreating form,not willing to ask for a ride. She had walked this path many times and it was no big deal to her,but at 2 am it was dark and chilly.She began to move towards the ranch each step she muttered a way to make his life hell when she caught back up with him.

Finally she was once more on the ranch,looking over at the mainhouse to see him sitting smuggly on the porch,she continued on to her bunkhouse. Yanking her hat off her head as she stepped onto her own small sitting porch,giving him one last glare over her shoulder,she slammed into the bunkhouse. The door shook in its frame from the force of her slam.