The New Ranch Hand

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The trees whipped by him a sea of green that began to thin down. He watched the last of them whip by and suddenly he was looking out over a series of wide dusty plains. A few cacti and rocks greeted him as he stepped on the gas pedal of his black ford pickup. The road was rocky and every once in a while the cab would jostle as he hit a particularly deep pothole. He bounced with the car his large frame moving with the beast of a vehicle. His hat a white Stetson sat in the passenger side along with a folder of paper. His large tan hands drummed against the steering wheel as he hummed along with the classical country song playing on the radio. His bright green eyes were currently hidden behind a pair of simple mirrored aviators.

Boris “Bo” Calvil was an older man. His face was tan and leathered from working the ranch. His hair which was once wild and black as the night was beginning to turn gray. A rough five o clock shadow adorned his face hiding some of his more serious wrinkles. There was a cup of coffee warming his crotch and the cab was toasty and warm.

The phone on his belt rang causing him to curse. His calloused finger moved to the dial nudging it down and turning the volume down real low. Once he was sure it wasn’t going to be heard he reached down unclipping the phone and hitting the answer button on the touch screen.

“Carl?” Bo asked hitting the speaker option so he could have both hands on the wheel “What’s up?”

“You on the road yet?” His lead ranch hand Carl asked yelling even though he didn’t need to. Bo winced and flicked the volume down before Carl got the chance to blow his ear out.

“Bene on the road for a few hours now Carl” Bo said chuckling “The conference in Austin ended yesterday remember? I should be home in an hour”

“Great” Carl said hesitating before clearing his throat “Your sister called”

“Lord” Bo said shaking his head “That gossipy old crone! What did she want?”

“Said something about setting you up with a friend of hers” Carl said chuckling.

“She’s been trying to set me up with friends of hers since I hit puberty Carl” Bo said chuckling “I will see you soon Carl”

“See you soon Bo” Carl responded disconnecting the call.

 

[CarlyConners]

Kimberly had been leaning against the sun-heated rear quarter panel of her broken down car for so long that the smoke and steam had long ago stopped rising from the blown engine. She'd pulled off the road and into a stand of trees just far enough not to be visible from the country road, wishing to avoid any attention. She'd been contemplating options, but the only one that worked was to head back out to the highway and stick a thumb in the air. So she pocketed her cell -- it had been dead for days seeing how she had no charger -- grabbed her one suitcase, and headed out.

There hadn't been a car in sight when the engine had popped, and not a single car had passed while she'd been considering her options. And yet she'd barely made it back to the concrete before she heard the low hum of tires on the pavement in the far distance. She caught sight of the dark rig as it topped a far ridge. It disappeared into the trough, then reappeared again. Finally, it appeared for a third and final time. She stuck her thumb out and struck a pose, wondering what kind of a creep was going to be behind the wheel...

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He was halfway home when he came across her.

There wasn’t much to see on the long drive back to his ranch. So finding a girl on top right next to a line of trees was something! He debated pulling over nto sure if this was some kind of trick or some type of stick up. His hands went to the floor board touching his sawed off shotgun before finally deciding to pull over. He turned the truck in and hit the breaks easing to a stop right next to her car.

“Hello their Ma’am” He said his eyes sweeping up and down her body. They were hidden by his aviators which was probably good as he couldn’t help but check her out. She was a young one with the kind of body that god only graced some girls with. Such was her beauty that he starred a little longer than what was necessary.

“Having car trouble?” He finally asked coming over to her “Do you need a ride? Or want me to take a look at it?"

 

[CarlyConners]

Kimberly studied the driver for a moment, contemplating similar thoughts about him as he was thinking about her. Hitchhiker was always a risk, for men and women both but more so for the latter. And when said hitchhikers looked the way she did, dressed the way she was, it was even more of a risk. So many people assumed that a sexy young thing dressed like Kimberly -- hitching out in the middle of nowhere -- was looking to hook up, likely for money. She wasn't.

When he asked her about looking at her car, Kimberly smiled. She swung her suitcase up, tossing it into the bed of the pickup, opened the door, and stepped into it. She made herself comfortable, which left her long, lean legs on full view to the driver.

"You can look at my car..." she said, lifting her sunglasses to flash her sparkling blue eyes at him as she smiled to him, "...as we drive the hell away from it."

Her smile widened as she looked him up and down. She lowered the glasses again, looked out the front window, and said, "My name is Kim."

 

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He watched her as she moved after several minutes chucking her stuff inside his truck and clambering in. He got a flash of her long-toned legs moving before the door slammed shut and she made herself comfortable.

“Well then” He murmured reaching back and scratching the back of his neck “Guess she is okay”

He moved over to the driver side and climbed in. He noted her long legs on the dash and frowned but didn’t say anything more. Instead he turned the key brought the truck back to life and pulled out.

“Some where I can take you stranger?” He asked glancing over at her and raising an eyebrow “Need me to call a tow for your truck?”

 

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"Nope!" she said without hesitation. "Leave it there long enough, some enterprising chopper will cut it up for parts."

She looked to the driver again, smiling. "I've got no where to go ... no where to be."

She looked out the windshield again, gesture a long, pink painted fingernail toward the horizon. "Take me that way until you need to dump me out."

She kicked her three inch heels off and scooted a bit his way. Her movement made it look almost as if she was about to drop her head into his life. But instead, she curled up and laid down on the bench seat, her head upon his thigh.

"I haven't slept in three days," she murmured, shifting to get more comfortable before whispering, "Wake me when you want to get rid of me."

If he said or did nothing to prevent it, she'd be fast asleep in seconds...

 

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He noted her falling asleep and smiled softly. He glanced at her taking her in once more. She really was a pretty young thing to young and to pretty to be caught up in any sort of abusive relationship. Maybe a little bit too trusting given she fell asleep in a stranger’s car. Not that he was going to do anything to her! Something told him that was her style though risk and reward. The way she acted and dismissed the car was a telling sign. He decided to leave her alone let her get some sleep and would put her up in his house for the time being.

Ten minutes later he swung off the high way and onto a dirty road. The truck bounced harder as he drove causing him to place a hand on her to keep her steady. After a few more seconds a group of buildings appeared in the distance along with a water tower and windmill. A fence ran around the perimeter and a sign carved in wood proclaimed it was Long Water Ranch.

He drove through the gate and parked his car right outside a beautiful two-story ranch house. He got out and moved over to her side gathering her in his arms just as Carl appeared. The older black man paused as he watched Bo carry the girl a question in his dark brown eyes as he moved to join him.

“Broke down on the side of the road” Bo explained before Carl could ask “Besides that I got no clue. Might have her staying long term so get her some quarters set up just in case.”

“Of course Bo” Carl said knowing well enough not to argue with his oldest friend “Need anything else?”

“Nope” Bo said moving into his home. He carefully carried the girl up the steps and laid her down in the guest bedroom. Once she was down he went downstairs moving outside to check on the farm. Once that was done he went inside fixing himself a late lunch and going out onto the deck. He ate outside admiring and looking out at the form as he ate his sandwhich.

 

[CarlyConners]

Kim awoke with a start, rising from the bed to search her surroundings in a panic. She was in the bedroom of a house, the only illumination spilling in from a ceiling light in the hallway. A glance to the window revealed darkness beyond the glass, and a quick glance to her watch put the time at 11pm, though she couldn't recall whether she'd reset it as she'd been driving through time zones.

She hadn't been exaggerating when she'd told her driver that she hadn't slept in three days. The driver ... the man with the pickup, she thought to herself. As she looked around the room, she understood that this must be his home. She couldn't believe that she'd slept through being carried in from his pickup and laid down to rest. She looked down, smiled, and laughed: she was still wearing her clothes, and her pussy didn't feel pummeled. Where the hell were these nice guys when I was in New York?

Then, the panic of first waking set in again. Kim scanned the room and felt some relief at finding her suitcase sitting on the floor near the door. She didn't find total relief though until she opened it on the bed, pulled out its contents to reveal the false bottom, and remove that to find her stash, safe and sound. She didn't know what she would have done if she'd lost this.

Kim put everything but a full change of clothes back in the case, then wandered down the hall until she found a bathroom. The was only going to wash her face and pits, but seeing her first working shower in a week was simply too much on which to pass. Soon, she was standing beneath the hot, cascading water, feeling the cares -- and grime -- of her adventure washing away to the enamel and down the drain.

When she emerged from the bathroom, she was wearing an oversized tee shirt, boy shorts, a towel wrapped around her head of long, wet hair, and a pair of soft slippers made of deer hide and rabbit fur lining. They reminded her of the ones her father had had when she was a little girl, and the plush feel of them somehow made Kim feel so much safer in this unknown place.

She found her host sitting at the kitchen table when she emerged from the hallway. She hadn't seen him there earlier, so her first reaction was to ask, "Did I wake you?"

He responded as she padded about the kitchen, the too-large slippers slapping against her soles and the hard wood floor. She found a tube of Ritz crackers, asked if he minded, and grabbed them before moving over to the kitchen table chair nearest him.

"Thank you," she said with a smile, pulling open the tube. With a cracker in her mouth, she managed, "For bringing me in ... for letting me sleep. That was very nice of you."

She smiled wide, wondering whether or not she should add ...and for not raping me in all my holes. But instead, she only asked, "What do I call you...? Prince Charming?"

He answered, and Kim smiled again. She looked about, asking, "Your home I guess?"

Again, she waited for him to say what he wanted, but even before he'd finished she cut in, "You married? I mean ... you bring a strange woman home ... a hitchhiker ... looking like me ... but I don't see a wifey type standing in the doorway with a baseball bat ready to send me on my way."

 

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The rest of the day was spent getting caught up on everything he missed on his business trip. The ranch practically ran itself nowadays but he still made sure to remained involved every step of the way. Carl took him through the orders and the current bids on the table before leaving him in his office. Bo spent the rest of the day signing paperwork, checking the payroll, and calling the people who he met at the conference. Even though he wasn’t the most social of them he held his own being friendly and polite and setting up several meetings for retailors to tour his farm.

The sun was beginning to set when he was finally done. He moved out of his leather chair and gave a soft groan when his stiff back protested. He pulled at his button-down T shirt and shed it revealing his muscular torso and strong shoulders. He moved towards his bedroom as he stretched trying to relieve some of the tightness as he moved into the expansive bathroom his ex-wife insisted on remodeling.

“You were right about one thing Kathy” He said kicking off his shoes and stepping onto the heated tile “That does feel good”

He let the tile warm his toes as he turned on the big glass shower. The four separate showerheads burst to life warming in a matter of seconds as he stripped. He jumped in and sighed as he let the water do its work assaulting him from all sides and working his tired muscles. Eventually he cleaned himself up washing all his important bits and his hair. His thoughts strayed as he showered turning over the events of the weekend and how they ended with the young woman currently in his guest room.

Who was she? He didn’t think she was into anything bad but he didn’t know for sure. She was pretty… to pretty to look like a bum or something. Then again what did he know? He hadn’t been that age for more than thirty years!
He finished and turned off the water. He reached out for one of the big white towels he kept by the shower and pulled it over his torso. He got out drying off and using his hand to rub the steam build up from the mirror. He admired his reflection in the mirror for a second frowning as he noticed a few more wrinkles than before.

“Age is a bitch” He said to himself with a sigh. With a shrug he continued his nightly routine. Fifteen minutes later he finally left the bathroom in a pair of simple sleep pants and a gray T shirt. He ran a hand through his wet hair causing it to stick up in several odd places as he moved out of his room and walked down to the kitchen. He paused at her door listening to see if she was still sleeping before going down to the kitchen.

When she finally came down he was sitting by the big windows overlooking his property. He turned to her placing the mug of hot chocolate he was nursing in his hands. His eyes followed her taking note of her outfit and coughing as he noticed her bare legs.

“No you didn’t” He said answering her question and rising up to greet her “And you can call me Bo”

She mentioned a wife and he laughed.

“No one to get angry at you” Bo said continuing to chuckle “divorced what about you? Am I going to have some young buck coming here looking for you and demanding to see you? I don’t take to kindly to strangers”

 

[CarlyConners]

Kim hesitated as her host -- Bo, cute, I like it -- turned her question about mates back at her. She almost said No, no one's gonna come looking for me, but that might give him the impression that someone was in fact looking for her. Someone was! But he didn't need to know that.

"No, no young buck ... or old buck, for that matter," Kim said. She leaned forward in her chair, reaching for Bo's mug of cocoa. She smiled as she sipped at it before sliding it back his way with an appreciative nod. "No, I'm what my momma used to call indefinitely and most likely permanently unattached."

Before she continued, Kim pulled the towel from her head. The long wet hair, thinner looking now that it was wet, escaped in a mass of crazy, wild mess. She ran her fingers through it as she began talking again, wishing she had some of that expensive detangler from her last stay in Chicago.

"She used to say that about herself," Kim went on about her mother. "Never could find a man who would stay with her long term. Only ones who did weren't worth keeping around, so ... she'd find a way to send'em packing. Feigning pregnancy was always good for that. Sent half a dozen of'em at least running away in the dead of night. 'cluding my papa ... twice. But then, he wasn't good for much, so..."

As she talked, a strange mix of accents seemed to show themselves, then disappear, then mutate to something else. She'd grown up in a lot of different places and picked up on the local dialects that made America the interesting place it was. Pinning her to a specific location would be difficult as sometimes the southerner in her slipped out, sometimes the Midwesterner, sometimes the New Yorker.

"Listen, I need some more sleep," she said, suddenly rising from her chair and nearing Bo. She leaned in and kissed her host on the cheek and turned away, not immediately aware that the back of her oversized tee had gathered about her waist giving Bo a shot of the boy shorts fitting the curves of her tight, shapely ass like a second skin. She pulled it downward after a couple of steps and started up the stairs. She stopped a couple of steps up, though, turning to offer a profile that allowed him a view of her pert breasts and the ever-hard nipples that pushed out against the tee's thin cotton. "Listen ... I ... I really appreciate you letting me come here. In the morning ... well, I'll get out of your way if you need."

She smiled, turned, and hurried up the stairs, her ass swaying back and forth with each step. Upstairs, she pulled back the bedding and slipped under it, marveling at the incredible feel of the mattress. It was the first comfortable bed she'd been in -- at least alone -- in over a month. And despite having slept away the past ten hours or so, Kim was once again out like a switched off light, not to open her eyes again until almost noon the next day.



When Bo saw her next, Kim was dressed quite differently .... though not any less suggestively as she had been the day before. Now, she wore a button up shirt that still showed off her midriff and also plunged to show off the lace of her black bra; a tight pair of full length jeans that, like the boy shorts the evening before, fit her like a second skin; and cowboy boots that looked more Manhattan than Dallas in styling. Her hair was pulled back tight to her head, French braided with its length still reaching to the middle of her back. A lack of any makeup revealed the light freckles of her face.

"Coffee, please ... before I have to kill someone ... and breakfast," she said with desperation as she walked up close to Bo. She smiled at his reaction to seeing her this way, then said boldly, "Give me some work. I earn what's given me, so ... eggs to gather, cows to milk, hay to ... what ever you do with hay ... just ... point me to the work."

She held her hands up before Bo, backs of them to him, fingers splayed: the long, fake painted nails of the day before had been peeled off. She finished, "I'm ready, boss."

 

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He gave a soft sigh of relief when she mentioned that she wasn’t attached to anyone. It was a small thing but he knew the damage a jealous man could do to a farm. He didn’t want to deal with it not if he could help it at least. His days of fighting were long over and even though he thought he could take down a young buck he wasn’t too interested in the ordeal that would be.

She continued giving him more context as he sipped his cup of hot chocolate. She seemed the type that liked to talk that was for the most part open. She talked about being unattached and also her mother being the same way and he couldn’t help but give a low chuckle. At least she knew what she took from her mom! His sisters were all the type to pretend like they didn’t have anything to do with their ma. He himself was his father son through and through for all the good and bad that entailed.

He opened his mouth to speak but she was off again. She spoke about needing more sleep and he nodded instead. He was surprised when she came over kissing his cheek and turning around. His eyes widened ever so slightly as he noticed her shirt riding up and exposing her underwear. He admired the way it molded to her ass and coughed clearing his throat and murmuring a quick good night as she disappeared up the stairs.

“Oh boy” He said when he heard the door close upstairs. He sighed and finished off the rest of his cup before turning in himself.
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THE NEXT DAY

He was up at the crack of dawn the next day. As per his norm he opted out of having breakfast right away and instead made sure his ranch hands were being properly fed. He spent the early morning with them drinking a cup of joe and chatting with them about the crops and the days chores. Eventually their work day started and he watched them not joining in yet as he watched the sun rise over a dusty hill. Eventually it was time for normal people to wake up and so he went inside to wait for her. He put a fresh cup of joe in the pot and with his stomach finally grumbling pulled out a cartoon of farm fresh eggs, a glass bottle of milk, and a paper wrapped package of fresh bacon.

He heard her coming down as he was whisking the eggs.

“Morning” He called nodding his head at the coffee pot “Already done”

She talked about working and he nodded pouring the eggs into the large skillet he had. He started another pan with the bacon and turned regarding her fingers and chuckling.

“Go see my man Carl after work” He told her “He will set you up with work and give you some quarters. I have a guest house built on the property where the men live at. He should have a room for you”

He turned taking care of the eggs and flipping them. Once breakfast was made he pulled out two blue plates and fixed them both before handing her the plate. He moved over to the table giving her a chance to see his tight ass in his jeans. He put the plate down and pushes his jacket off revealing a simple white T shirt that was stretched over his muscular torso and broad shoulders.

 

[CarlyConners]

Kim watched her host moving about the kitchen. He cooked with the skill, ease, and comfort of a man who'd been doing so for himself for a long time. Either that, or he simply enjoyed being his own chef.

She also took a moment to admire his physique, much as she was sure Bo had of hers the night before and possibly even this morning. He was a very fit, very impressive example of manhood, leading her to the rather blunt questioning that began as soon as he sat across from her at the table.

"So ... you're a rather fine looking piece of meat, who owns property, can cook, and rescues maidens in distress without insisting that they part their thighs afterward," Kim began, biting into a piece of toast while she gave him a moment to contemplate all that she'd thrown into one sentence. As she chewed, she asked, "So ... why don't you have a woman warming the other side of your bed ... or a man, if that's to your liking?"

She looked right into Bo's eyes and continued to casually eat, as if she'd asked him nothing more invested than So you do you think it's gonna rain today?

 

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When she spoke of his physique and commented it wasn’t bad looking he rose an eyebrow. It gave him a bit of an ego boost to see such a young pretty girl talking about him in such a way. Not that he was planning on acting on it but still it was nice.

When she point blank asked him about the women in his life he rose. He moved over to the pan and fixed himself a plate of eggs and bacon. He topped off his coffee and without a word went back to her. He sat down across from her digging his fork into his eggs and popping the bite into his mouth.

“I had a wife” He said swallowing and sipping his coffee “Her name was Kat we were childhood sweethearts. We married and I took over my family ranch we divorced three years ago”

He let that sink in before continuing.

“Sometimes even if your born in it you’re not fit for country life” He explained eating a piece of bacon “my ex-wife was one of those people she became interested in the city and got upset when I refused to sell the farm. Eventually she found a man who could give her a life in the city and we parted ways”
He felt his chest tighten in anger and that old hurt. He wasn’t so much as mad at her as mad at himself. He should have recognized the signs and never gotten involved. He let his heart get the better of himself and in doing so almost lost everything.

It wouldn’t happen again.

He got up taking his empty plate and bringing it over to the sink.

“Do you need anything from the town?” He asked her turning “I’m heading in to pick up some supplies. Rides to town are rare so if you need anything you better come with. I haven’t boughten things for a woman in some time so I wouldn’t rely on my”

 

[CarlyConners]

"I have no where to be, in any particular amount of time," she responded, not really answering his question but at least setting herself up for the question that -- depending on his response -- would in fact answer him. "If you think you could use an extra hand for a while ... I could use some gloves ... maybe a suitable hat ... more appropriate boots."

She leaned back in her chair and plopped one foot, then the other onto the nearby chair. "These are great for dancing down at the local bar, but ... not much for real work."

She gave him a hopeful glance, tilting her head playfully, asking, "Think you could put up with me hanging around a couple of days...? Give me a chance to earn a couple of dollars ... figure out my next move...?"

 

[CarlyConners]

The little town to which Bo drove them was just that: little. Kim recalled jokes about places like this, that when you neared them you would see a single sign that said Welcome on one side and Come Again on the other. Of course, she'd spent the last dozen of years bouncing around between New York City, Chicago, Atlanta, and other big cities, so maybe it was just a matter of comparison because once they pulled to a stop on Main Street, Kim realized that the locals here probably had all they really needed right her in the few businesses that lined the main road passing in a straight line right down between them.

Kim had wanted to buy more appropriate clothing and had been hoping for a store that sold some form of ladies fashions. Instead, they ended up at a place called Donovan's Dry Goods. Ironically, Kim found a pair of comfortable jeans and a western style shirt that were perfect, in a variety of ways: first, the jeans fit the curves of her ass and hips well enough to make owner's teenage son grow an obvious erection as he watched Kim turning this way and that before a wall mirror; and the snaps -- as opposed to buttons -- of the shirt allowed Kim to give her lapels a quick jerk and open the entire front of the top, revealing the small, lacy, push up bra through which her dark, pert nipples were more than obvious, giving her a laugh as the entranced teen backed away in awe and fell over a stack of boot boxes.

"Sorry," she whispered to Bo when he looked out from behind an aisle of tools to see what was what. She was buttoning up again and hoped he hadn't seen her inappropriate display, but ... oh well if he did. She'd only been having fun with the teen. After she'd found a pair each of sturdy, comfortable work boots and stylish yet still durable cowboy boots, Kim asked her host, "Hats...?"

They weren't able to find anything in Donovan's that suited Kim's tastes, so she shrugged off the attempt to find proper head gear and went to the front counter to pay. She pulled out one each of a single, wrinkled up hundred dollar bill and a practically brand new, folded five.

"All I have left," she said, to Bo and the teen, whose face just wouldn't stop blushing as he continued to ogle Kim's bosom, despite now being appropriately contained behind the soft, cotton fabric. She gave Bo a hopeful glance, wondering whether he'd be willing to advance her the cost of her new work clothes against future earnings, but if he wasn't, Kim would offer out the cash. As they turned to head out of Donovan's, Kim let Bo step ahead of her ... but as she passed the owner's son, she reached a hand out to gently caress the front of the boy's crotch, still sporting an obvious woody as she winked to him. Outside, making eye contact with Bo again, she gave him a friendly smile, acting as if all was well with the world and said with a perky tone, "Let's eat! I'm buying!"

They ended up in a little café, seemingly the only one in town, as were the dry goods store, the barber shop, the gas station, the feed and seed, the parts store, and the other half dozen businesses that appeared to make up the entirety of the town. As they sat waiting for their food, Kim studied Bo in his interactions with those who greeted him. He knew every one! Kim had heard of communities like this, but to actually see one was amazing. Her last residence had been a 16 story apartment building with over 200 units, and Kim hadn't known the name of a single person in the building other than the six people with whom she was squatting ... and even the names she knew them by had likely been fake.

"Wait here!" she said, suddenly hopping up and sprinting off toward the door as she said over her shoulder, "I'll be right back!"

Outside, Kim seemed to search to her left for a moment before heading that way and out of Bo's sight. By the time she got back -- two, maybe three minutes later -- and Kim was wearing an old cowboy hat that had likely seen a number of decades under the Texas sun. She plopped down into the booth as their breakfast was being delivered to their table, pulling it from her head and turning it this way and that.

"It's perfect, isn't it?" she asked Bo with glee, putting it back atop her head, fitting it to its new skull. It sunk down a bit farther than it had on its previous owner -- who was likely still panting in ecstasy on the wooden crate in the alley where Kim had blown him to ejaculation in less than thirty seconds -- but she just tilted it back, saying, "I'll do something with the liner, maybe."

She looked up to find the waitress giving her a suspicious look, and Kim realized suddenly that the woman -- and possibly even Bo -- likely recognized local hats just as easily as the locals who wore them. She panicked for a moment, then covered by saying, "He sold it to me ... fifty bucks."

Kim could see in the waitress's face that she didn't believe that for a moment, but the woman only asked if the pair needed anything more, then went about her business with her other patrons. Kim looked back to Bo, smiling, then blushing.

"I think it's perfect," she said about her new head gear, unsure of what else to say. After a moment she asked with her best feigned Texan accent, "So, pardner ... what kinda work ya'll got fer me out on the ranch?"

 

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When she asked if he could stand to have her around a couple of days he laughed. Without saying a word he picked up his keys and with a nod told her to come on. The porch door swung open as they stepped out into the cool Texas morning. He moved towards his truck circling around the new black pickup as he opened the passenger door for her. Once she was in he slammed the door shut moved over to his own and climbed in. The keys slid in and the beast of a truck rumbled to life as country music began to fill the cab.

“The town were going to doesn’t have much” He explained to her as he moved onto the dusty road “but should have enough to get you by until I get to Austin.”

They moved off of the dirt road and onto the main highway. The town was thirty minutes away and Bo spent the time explaining to her the surrounding area and where they were. His neck of Texas was filled with ranchers and small farms that contributed to the department of agriculture. The town they were going to was the only town within thirty minutes of his place. He laughed at her shock when he explained there wasn’t so much as a Walmart in the town! He idly wondered how strange it must all seem to her to be so far out and removed from everything. She didn’t seem like the type to come from such a lifestyle but he long ago learned not to judge a book by its cover. For all he knew she could be a country girl she certainly looked the part.

Thirty minutes later they reached the border of the town. He drove into the towns one and only market place and parked to the side. A few people were milling about as he stepped out and he made sure to wave and tip his Stetson to them. Everyone in the town more or less knew him by name and he afforded them the same courtesy. The town’s population was an even thousand and its one claim to fame was the time Willie Nelson brown down in her. They still had the site of the event roped off!

He pointed out the general store and they walked in together. Bo stifled a laugh as he watched the shop clerk a young man ogled his companion as she moved to look at clothes. Bo himself moved to the tools pulling out the paper list of things the ranch needed and picking them out. He was halfway through his list when he heard the crash from the clothing section of the store. He turned back catching her just as she buttoned her shirt and whispered sorry. A glance at the young shop clerk was enough to tell him what happened.

“That girl” He murmured shaking his head and smiling himself. He didn’t know why but he liked her and her personality. Sure she was a bit of a flirt but that was simply the day and age they lived in now.

He brought his cart full of tools to the front just as she came up with her clothing selection. She pulled out her money and he shook his head at her.

“I got it” ‘He said pulling out his own wallet and handing the young clerk enough to pay for the tools and the clothing “Be seeing you Andrew”

He nodded his head at her to follow and stepped outside. He paused at his truck to load up the tools in the bed before pointing at the café right down the street. He walked to the building pointing out several places she might need to go to like the doctor’s office. When she said she was paying he laughed once more.

“A man doesn’t let a woman pay for his meals” He told her his tone no nonsense as he led her into the diner “I’ll pay but starting tomorrow you work for me!”
They sat down and several minutes later she jumped up and ran out of the café. Bo saw the waitress looking at her go and shrugged his shoulder. She was either running or she was going to get something and come back. Either way he waited for his food sipping his coffee and watching as she finally came back mere moments later. She was holding a hat in her hand when she sat back down a hat she proudly put on her head and showed off to him.

Of course he (and the waitress) recognized the hat. It belonged to an older man named Luke who Bo had no doubt would part with it for a girl like her. The waitress was less inclined to believe she bought it but Bo just shrugged and nodded at the waitress to bring over the food. He wasn’t one to gossip nor pry into a person’s life. The food came and he took a bite of his sandwich before answering her questions.

“Farm work mostly” He explained setting his food down “I have some animals that need tending that you might enjoy. Most of our work right now is preparing for the summer harvest and maintaining the farm. You caught us on our downtime. Me and the men have a few repairs to make to the buildings themselves and we might have you run and fetch the building supplies. If administration is more your game I could use a secretary to help me get the paperwork organized and things of that nature”

He finished and went back to his food letting her mull over the options.

 

[CarlyConners]

"Yeah, that's not gonna happen," Kim laughed when Bo mentioned secretarial work. "Not the office type."

She remembered the hoopla that had happened when Mattel introduced a talking Barbie Doll who had one particularly line insulting to girls: Math is hard. And yet, Kim could have identified with that doll: she was bright and quick thinking, and -- to be honest -- could be downright conspiratorial and manipulative; but due to circumstances both within and beyond her control, Kim had quit school at just 13, missing a great deal of the education and learning that others her age took for granted, such as higher math, most of the sciences, and more.

"Show me to the animals or point me to the crops," she said, sipping at the coffee Bo had had delivered to their table, "...but I'd rather stay away from calculators and ledgers. Not my thing."

They laughed and chatted and talked about an unending number of topics until finally Bo insisted that he had to get to the ranch to get some work done. They made the long drive back, and true to his word her host -- her new boss! -- found Kim some work that involved a wooden tool that didn't include pressing its graphic writing surface to paper.

By the time the sun was going down and Bo called an end to the day, Kim was beat. She hadn't worked this hard in years, if ever, actually! Someone had made dinner up at the main house, though she didn't know whether it had been Bo or one of the other workers. Carl had found Kim at the little cabin they'd prepped for their sole female hand, telling her to make her way up to eat some grub. Kim had laughed, wondering whether Carl used that word for the benefit of the obvious city girl or whether it was part of his daily vocabulary.

But Kim didn't make it to the main house to eat. She was exhausted and sore all over. The little cabin had had a tiny shower added to one corner of the also tiny kitchenette, and Kim had used every last drop of the tiny water heater's hot fluid to wash away the very honest dirt from her form. She donned a fresh pair of panties and made her way to the bed, with an eye on slipping between the covers for a well earned night sleep.

But she barely made it to the bed before she simply collapse upon it, spent. She pulled a pillow to under her head, closed her eyes, and passed out...

 

[EroticLiteracy]

The minute they got back to the farm they were pulled apart. The work needing to be done to prepare for winter was numerous. Carl took no time in putting the girl to work and after watching her for several seconds went about his own chores. Luckily the paperwork was done for the day and Bo got to work with the other men on setting up the new premade barn he bought. The good hard physical labor of lifting barn walls and putting them up sent a bolt of pleasure through Bo. He really did need to hire an accountant or something to do all that pesky paperwork!
They got it up just as dawn was beginning to set on the farm. The men cheered slapping their bare backs as they admired the work. Bo made sure to thank each of the hands that helped them promising them that a nice dinner was waiting back in the common area. He watched as they trudged off chatting amongst each other. They were his people hard working men and women just like him they all trusted each other and he needed them as much as they needed him.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Better go check on our new helper” Bo said to himself. He moved over to the fence post and picked up his discarded shirt. He shrugged it over his shoulders and trudged up the path leading to the common area. He checked for her there but was told by a passing worker that she went into her small cabin and never came back out. He frowned and piled up a small plate of food before going to said cabin. The crickets sang as he walked the path joining their noise with the ambience of the farm to create a delightful song. The sun was low on the horizon and the stars already twinkled above him as he came to her door.

“You there” He called out knocking. The door pushed open ever so slightly at his rapping and he realized she forgot to lock or close it properly. He shouldered the door open balancing the plate as he came in and swept his eyes across the space. He froze when he noticed her in bed passed out already and wearing nothing but a pair of tight panties. Once more his cock throbbed at the sight of her and lust shot through his veins. His eyes traveled up the globes of her ass tracing up and down the curve of her back as he stepped in and closed the door.

With some difficulty he removed his eyes from her body and brought over the tray of food. He placed it down by her bed just in case she got hungry in the night and went over to the linen closet. He pulled out the fluffiest most comfortable comforter he could find and gently laid it over her body. He paused to make sure she was comfortable before moving back to the door.

“Good night sweet heart” He said softly before he ducked outside and closed the door behind him.
…………………………………………
THE NEXT DAY

“Boss look who's here”

Bo turned shielding his eyes against the morning son as he looked out to the road. He tracked the cherry red truck as it bounced across the gravel kicking up dust and dirt as it moved towards the farm. He sighed as he recognized the model turning away from the calf he and his men were taking care of and grabbing his hat.

“You know her” Bo said glancing over at Carl “She’ll be yapping for an hour. I probably won’t be back until lunch time”

“No worries boss” Carl said patting the calf “Have fun”

Bo shook his head and flipped Carl and the rest of the men off before leaving. He heard there chuckles but ignored them instead steeling himself for what was to come. He reached his house just as the car did and waited by the door as the truck idled for a few seconds. The door opened and a pair of long legs in heels came out. An older woman slid out of the car her eyes scanning the farm as she walked over to Bo.

“Every time you come here you insist on wearing those ridiculous heels” Bo said shaking his head “Pa would have a field day watching you try to get around on those things”

“Is that anyway to greet your sister little brother” She said pulling off her high-end sunglasses and coming over to him “You always were about as social as a rattlesnake!”

Bo chuckled shaking his head at his sister Mindy. It was only when he was teasing him that the rich woman persona dropped and she acted right. He didn’t hold it against her that she married the judge and traded the farm for a small mansion in the nearest city. If anything it gave him more to tease her about!

“What can I do for you?” He asked her as they moved up the wooden deck and towards the bench. She sat down first pulling a sheet of paper out of her bag and handing it to him.

“It’s the fall harvest festival” Mindy explained tapping the sheet with a well-manicured hand “Your expecting to submit something”

“Shit” Bo said sighing “I forgot”

“Not good enough little brother” Mindy said shaking her head “I’m the head of the board and it’s for charity cant have my little brother making me look bad”

“Will you stop with the little brother shit” Bo said rolling his eyes “We’re both too old for it!”

“Says you!” Mindy said laughing “I’m never too old to take you down a peg or two! Especially since you forgot about little old me and your promise!”

Bo sighed pinching the bridge of his nose before looking once more at the paper.
“I’ll get back to you” Bo finally said rising up “Let me talk to Carl and see what we can do”

“That’s all I ask for” Mindy said rising up and smiling “Where is that strong hunk of man? Does he want to join us for lunch?”

Bo laughed shaking his head and moving towards the kitchen.

“You haven’t changed one bit sis….”