Cowgirl Cindy Rides Hot Episode One
By Brin Reid
Copyright 2012
Smashwords Edition
“What I need you to do first, is to just take each of the horses out for a ride. I want to make sure we have an accurate picture of how broken in each one of them is, how gentle, how feisty. When the guests start arriving, we don’t want to put an inexperienced rider on a hard to control horse.”
I nodded. When I decided to take the job for the summer at the dude ranch, it seemed a lot more fun than just going home to my parents’ ranch after the semester let out.
Margaret looked at me, “I think you’re going to do just fine here, Cindy.”
I smiled at her, “Thanks so much. I’m looking forward to it.”
Margaret was still a handsome woman. I figured she was probably sixty, sixty-two. When I first arrived, she told me how her husband had died three years ago and how she had decided to keep the dude ranch going. As far as I was concerned, it was Heaven. I’d have a chance to work with the half dozen horses they had and, as the guests cycled through week after week, I’d get to meet a bunch of people, teach them how to ride, and get paid for it. For me, there aren’t a lot of jobs you could give me that would be better.
When Margaret finished up with my paper work, she brought me to the little guest cabin where I’d be spending the summer. It was nothing fancy, but it was good enough for me. All I would really need was the bed. Chow would be served at the main house and I was used to living rustic. There was a little closet, so I spent the morning hanging up my jeans, my shirts, one skirt in case there were any dances and, of course, I had to line up my six or seven pairs of boots. The hats were a little harder to figure out. I had five of them, that way if I was in a black hat mood or a white hat mood or even a pink hat mood, I’d have it taken care of. There weren’t any bedposts, so I finally settled on stacking the hats up on the counter. I don’t like to stack hats but you have to make do, sometimes.
I had just gotten situated when the door opened. I turned around and there standing in front of me was the most beautiful man I think I had ever seen. He stood there with his tight jeans, big silver belt buckle and he didn’t have a shirt on at all. His hands were covered with dust and dirt and he had an axe in his hands. I looked up at his face. He had hair that hung just past his ears, an incredible square jaw and, sitting on top of his head, a beautiful brown Stetson hat. I swear to God, he looked just like the Marlboro Man.
“Uh, hi,” he said, “I, uh, was just chopping some wood and just kind of wanted to wash up and I, uh, wow, I thought the cabin might still be empty. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, come on in.” I watched him as he walked by, muscles rippling. I decided it was going to be a very, very good summer.
I stared at him as he stood at the little sink and splashed water over his face and upper body. Before long, he was all cleaned up and I jumped up to hand him a towel. I don’t know why it’s so sexy to see a man who’s been working splash water on himself to clean up but, by the time he stepped out of the cabin to get to his next stop, I was so turned on I could barely stand. There was work to be done, though, so I didn’t just sit around mooning.
I changed out of my traveling clothes, pulled on a pair of tight blue jeans, a light cotton t-shirt, decided on the pink hat, and pulled on some pink cowboy boots to go with it. It was only after I stepped out of the cabin that I realized I had never learned that hunk’s name. When I got to the stables, though, he was there.
“You’re the horse girl, huh?” he said.
I nodded and said, “That’s right. I’m Cindy.”
He smiled at me. I was a bit disappointed because he had a shirt on now.
“I’m Jake,” he said, “I’m kinda the overall ranch boss at the Curly J.”
“How many employees are here?”
“Oh, during the summer she brings in some extras but during most of the year it’s just me and Margaret and the cook.”