Lone Star Rancher [Closed For Now]

[valentina]

--- Story

The death of her boyfriend turned this normally happy-go-lucky woman into a bitter, cold-hearted snake. Forgetting everyone, family included she’s now answering a Fleeing to San Antonio Texas, Chantelle Michaels was set to start a new life, drifting away from old wounds that haunted her back home.

Why San Antonio Texas? Her Aunt Fritz and McCabe own a ranch. The perfect place for her to stay until she unwinds. All was planned out perfectly until she opens up the front door and is hit hard in the face by a tall, dark and handsome stranger.

Chantelle doesn’t want to share a home with anyone other than her Aunt and Uncle, although she is not given much of a chance, once she finds out who the new ranch hand is.

Name: Chantelle Michaels
Age: 19

Short Description: The sheer magnitude of her presence can be overwhelming to some, especially when her sparking personality is added to the mix. Her hair is long, wavy, dark and thick, falling down somewhere low to by her back. Her body is long and lean, with no lack of curves. Curves she models and flaunts into a different variety of outfits. Despite her lack of interest in a relationship, she takes pride in her appearance. Her eyes are a soft, hazel and balance with her caramel skin beautifully.

Personality: Chantelle to those who don't know her is very distance and even cold. She tends to always keep her emotions in check for various reasons. She's a very soft spoken person and is a great person to talk too when your in need of a shoulder to cry on or someone to have listen to your rants. When upset, prepare for backlash. She is very outspoken when given the time to get to know her. Loud and blunt, she gets to the point.

 

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OOC:

Mitch Wagner
Age: 22

Mitch is tall and muscular, skin tanned from working in the South Texas sun. His hair is dark brown, and close-cropped to his scalp. A thin dark moustache adorns his upper lip, but he is otherwise clean-shaven.

Mitch considers himself to be a modern cowboy. Raised on a West Texas ranch, he attended Texas A&M and earned an agribusiness degree. He is saving up now to buy a ranch, and decided working as a ranch hand was a good way to earn money and do what he has always loved.

IC:

Mitch was stamping out of the kitchen, eyes still slightly blurry from sleep even though he had just finished a big cup of coffee. It was early morning, time for him to head out and check on the cattle and fences. He absently shoved open the front door, which opened outwards, unaware that someone was on the other side, opening the door to get in.

But he knew as soon as he felt the resistance, and heard the soft thumping sound on the other side. He peeked around the partly open door, and saw a tall, curvey woman with dark hair and soft, caramel colored skin. She would have been beautiful, Mitch mused, if she hadn't been grimacing in pain and holding her forehead. Least she wasn't bleeding, so it couldn't be that bad.

"Damn, that looks like that hurt. Ya allright, miss?"

 

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Chantelle

Chantelle Michaels couldn't remember a hotter day coming this the end of the year. Whatever had possessed her to move to San Antonio was an inspiration that had long since melted into a puddle of sticky goo.

The temperature was unbearable, though it wasn't the heat as much as the stifling humidity. The sort of sweltering, wet blanket air that had her aching to run naked through some good ole’ Canadian winter storm. Okay…maybe she wasn’t that hot. But damn, she was getting there. Shutting the door of her rental car, she eyed what would be her new home. At least for now. It was a cozy two-storey home away from home. It could do with a new coat of paint but it was nothing to go crazy over. A stickler for all things need, she made a mental note to buy some paint when given the chance.

A cold front would blow through soon. She believed that with all of her heart. Not used to Texas weather at all Chantelle groaned aloud to herself. Was it always this hot? Stepping up onto the porch, she shoved her hands deep into her front jean pockets. Through the heat, she felt as though her jeans were a second skin, never mind mentioning the button down blouse she wore. She could just strip away the layers, privacy couldn’t arrive quick enough.

“Aunt Fritz?” She called out into the seemingly empty hall. Hmm, they must have been out back. Always working. Their work ethic amazed her. A six-hour part time job was too much for her. Swatting a mischievous strand of charcoal silk over her shoulders. “Uncle McCabe, I’m here!”

“Ooof!” Chantelle raised her hand to her head; it throbbed and pulsed against her hand. “What the fu…”

"Damn, that looks like that hurt. Ya allright, miss?"

“I’m fine!” She blurted out quickly. Scrambling to her feet. As if the heat hadn’t pissed her off enough.

She blinked a few times running her eyes over him for a moment. Still angry she spoke again. “Who the hell are you?”

 

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“I’m fine! Who the hell are you?”

Mitch smirked. She got right back up, though her looks didn't improve any .. yet. Still too angry-faced.

"I figure I could ask the same of you, miss. Mitch Wagner. I'd say it's a pleasure, but I don't think you'd see it that way."

Mitch found the incident amusing -- now that she was standing and pissed off, rather than obviously hurt.

He settled his hat back on his head, and glanced back at Fritz and McCabe, who were coming down the stairs to see what the commotion was ....

 

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A smile widened across Aunt Fritz face, it had been years since she’d seen her niece. Welcoming her with a warm hug, she ignored the look of disgust on her nieces face. Sadly, it seemed as though she and Mitch hadn’t had the best first meeting.

“It is so good to see you. I believe you’ve already had the pleasure of meeting Mitch, he’s been helping us keep in business for a long, long while now.”

Taking a step away from her beloved Aunt, she cast a stare back at the man. Her head hardly throbbed anymore, still she was angry. “Pleasure…right.”

Smiling at her uncle. A strain on her face, the simple movement she hardly performed much lately. Other than her signature grin, she didn’t do much smiling. Why would she when there was nothing to smile about.

She extended her hand to the man. At least he wasn’t hideous. “Chantelle,” She started waiting for him to accept the simple half-hearted gesture.

 

[shadowoftheheart]

Mitch smirked again at Chantelle, and grasped her hand a touch too roughly, squeezing a touch too hard. He could tell this one was easy to goad, and it had been a good many months since he had anyone to pick on ... Couldn't pick on his bosses, after all, however easy-going they were.

"Well, much as I'd love to sit here and chat, I gotta go do my job. If y'all will excuse me ...."

He brushed past Chantelle, taking a moment to glance backward to take in a view of her jean-clad ass, and let out a soft whistle. Then with a grin, he stomped off to the stables ....

 

[valentina]

Was it possible to tell a person was trouble just by looking at them? If that were so than, Mitch Wagner was trouble. Everything about him simply oozed of it. It made her uneasy, unsettled a few other things she wasn’t yet ready to admit. Inhaling and exhaling deeply, she turned her attention to her Aunt and Uncle. She could question them about the man, but honestly, there were more pressing matters for her to attend too. Like getting out of these clothes, taking a shower and cooling off.

“So where’s my room?”

 

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McCabe grinned slowly.

"Rooms up th' stairs. Washroom's next to it. Figgured you'd wanna git you a shower. Ain't got no weather like this back up north, I reckon?"

He grabbed her bags, and gestured to the stairs with his head, and begain moving slowly up.