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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 2  

RangeBull70 53M
52 posts
12/5/2021 8:43 am

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Go West Woman, Go West - Part 2


Part 2 of the Series.

"Go West Woman, Go West"; is loosely paraphrased from the famous statement made by Horace Greely - "Go West Man! Go West"; in an Editorial in the New York Tribune in the 1865.

The remainder of this installment is posted in the comments to preserve the formatting.

Please be sure to stop back for Part 3.

I hope you enjoy the story.

Monday - Day Two

Morning did indeed come early, and she woke to the smells of baking biscuits and frying bacon emanating from the cabin. She looked and noticed his bed was already empty and his bedroll secured. He approached with a wide grin, handed her a cup of rich hot chocolate as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. He greeted her with, "Good Morning, Now come on sunshine, We're burning daylight."€

"Daylight? The sun's not even up yet," she said glancing at her watch, "And, and ... it's not even 5:00 yet."

"That's right, We are already running late," he said.

She took the first sip of her chocolate and immediately recognized the taste of Belgian dark bittersweet by Jacques Torres, "How did you know and Where on earth did you find this?" she asked with surprise in her voice.

He answered with a sly smile, }I have my secrets and this little thing called Amazon. They deliver, even out here in the sticks. Now come along babe, We have a big day ahead."

She quickly dressed into sweatpants and a hoodie while the brisk morning air nipped at her exposed skin. They ate their breakfast with little conversation inside the cabin.

After they finished eating and as he cleaned up the kitchen; she started to reach for her cosmetics bag, when she heard him say, "I'll go get the horses ready while you get changed into what you're going to ride in today. Don't bother with all that stuff," he said nodding towards her cosmetics bag, "Don't worry your will never notice; besides, I already think you're beautiful."

Speaking of horses, she had not ridden a since that visit to a distant cousin who lived in the country, when she was 12. She was hesitant - not quite afraid of horses; but, not sure enough of herself as a rider to have some serious apprehension building inside her.

The evening before, while he cleaned up after their meal, she had wandered over to the picketed horses. She fed them pieces of an apple attempting to make friends. She hoped whichever one she would be riding would take a little pity on her and play nice.

He had saddled her for her and was waiting outside the cabin with them when she emerged. He shook his head and grinned when he saw that she was wearing blue jeans with English Riding Boots that looked freshly delivered by Amazon. She pulled her purple and gray ball cap tighter on her head as he cupped his hands together to boost her into the saddle.

As he adjusted the stirrups to fit her, his hands could feel the firmness of her legs that had been toned while riding her bicycle through the paths and parks near her home. When finished, he placed his hand on her thigh; looked up at her, directly into her eyes - his gaze intense and said, "I'm jealous." She crinkled her cute little nose as she tried to understand his statement. He said again, "I'm jealous, that these beautiful legs will be wrapped around this saddle all day and not me."

She took a deep breath, tried to hide the wave of heat that rapidly spreading from her loins through the rest of her body and before she could issue a very sexually innuendo laden reply he shifted his gaze from her to the and said, "This is Lady. She's very gentle and pretty easy to operate, Gently move the reins to the right to go right, Gently move the reins to the left to go left, Pull the reins back to stop, Relax the reins and give a gentle squeeze with your thighs to go forward. Got it?"€

"OK, I think," she said with all the boldness she could muster.

From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains,

Range Bull


RangeBull70 53M
696 posts
12/5/2021 9:03 am

Monday - Day Two

Morning did indeed come early, and she woke to the smells of baking biscuits and frying bacon emanating from the cabin. She looked and noticed his bed was already empty and his bedroll secured. He approached with a wide grin, handed her a cup of rich hot chocolate as she wiped the sleep from her eyes. He greeted her with, “Good Morning, Now come on sunshine, We’re burning daylight.”

“Daylight? The sun’s not even up yet,” she said glancing at her watch, “And, and ... it’s not even 5:00 yet.”

“That’s right, We are already running late,” he said.

She took the first sip of her chocolate and immediately recognized the taste of Belgian dark bittersweet by Jacques Torres, “How did you know and Where on earth did you find this?” she asked with surprise in her voice.

He answered with a sly smile, “I have my secrets and this little thing called Amazon. They deliver, even out here in the sticks. Now come along babe, We have a big day ahead.”

She quickly dressed into sweatpants and a hoodie while the brisk morning air nipped at her exposed skin. They ate their breakfast with little conversation inside the cabin.

After they finished eating and as he cleaned up the kitchen; she started to reach for her cosmetics bag, when she heard him say, “I’ll go get the horses ready while you get changed into what you’re going to ride in today. Don’t bother with all that stuff,” he said nodding towards her cosmetics bag, “Don’t worry your horse will never notice; besides, I already think you're beautiful.”
Speaking of horses, she had not ridden a horse since that visit to a distant cousin who lived in the country, when she was 12. She was hesitant - not quite afraid of horses; but, not sure enough of herself as a rider to have some serious apprehension building inside her.

The evening before, while he cleaned up after their meal, she had wandered over to the picketed horses. She fed them pieces of an apple attempting to make friends. She hoped whichever one she would be riding would take a little pity on her and play nice.

He had saddled her horse for her and was waiting outside the cabin with them when she emerged. He shook his head and grinned when he saw that she was wearing blue jeans with English Riding Boots that looked freshly delivered by Amazon. She pulled her purple and gray ball cap tighter on her head as he cupped his hands together to boost her into the saddle.

As he adjusted the stirrups to fit her, his hands could feel the firmness of her legs that had been toned while riding her bicycle through the paths and parks near her home. When finished, he placed his hand on her thigh; looked up at her, directly into her eyes - his gaze intense and said, “I’m jealous …" She crinkled her cute little nose as she tried to understand his statement. He said again, “I’m jealous, that these beautiful legs will be wrapped around this saddle all day and not me.”

She took a deep breath, tried to hide the wave of heat that rapidly spreading from her loins through the rest of her body and before she could issue a very sexually innuendo laden reply he shifted his gaze from her to the horse and said, “This is Lady. She’s very gentle and pretty easy to operate … Gently move the reins to the right to go right, Gently move the reins to the left to go left, Pull the reins back to stop, Relax the reins and give a gentle squeeze with your thighs to go forward … Got it?”

“OK … I think,” she said with all the boldness she could muster.

His spurs jingled as he stepped away, mounted his horse, and said, “I promise you Lady will take care of you.” “She’s smart, trustworthy, and well trained - just like every woman should be,” he said with a devious chuckle and big smile which made his mustache, that would rival Tom Selleck’s, curl up at the ends.
She could not help but wonder how good it would feel to have that tickling the inside of her thighs - not to mention how it might feel caressing some much more intimate areas.

With the stalwart cattle dogs scouting ahead, they rode off to the north, into the burgeoning light of the fresh new day.

The view from atop the horse was inspiring - tall pines, delicate wildflowers, sweet smelling wild lilacs, little meadows with the occasional gurgling stream, and dry seasonal streams that had carved their course between swales of the mountainous terrain decorated the landscape.

True to his words Lady seemed to sense what needed to be done before she even thought to ask the horse for anything. In a short while it felt as if she had been riding a horse her entire life. There was something else as well, something unanticipated from the rhythmic rise and fall of the horse's movements - she felt that warm feeling of arousal spreading from her loins. The motions of the horse, gentle pressure from the saddle on her thighs, and the rocking motion against her delicate parts stimulated her in ways she never anticipated. The titillation, coupled with a realization as to how much beautiful scenery one missed while speeding along in an automobile awoke something in her. She could see why he was so passionate about his way of life and chosen profession - it was exhilarating!

The dogs did most of the work by collecting the cows and their calves from the brush, the folds of the landscape, and the fringes of the meadows they rode through. Every now and then she would hear bells clanging in the distance and the dogs would scuttle off to return with small groups of cows.

He had explained last night that they were covering territory like you would cut up a pie. Each ‘quarter of the pie,’ was further divided up by riding in an elongated teardrop. On the outbound ride the dogs would start the cattle drifting back towards the cow camp and after reaching the perimeter of his range they would circle back and collect whatever small groups of cattle they came across, herding them back towards a large area that had been temporarily enclosed with electric fencing attached to a set of corrals that had been built decades ago.

She asked about the bells she kept hearing. He explained that on every 5th cow he had fastened a large, richly toned bell to help locate them. He shared that the best bells were those made from the giant, old, circular, saw blades from the lumber mills that used to be scattered throughout the mountains. Some of the bells were probably 75 years old and had been made by his great-grandfather. The dogs with their sensitive ears could locate a belled cow several miles away.

The morning turned to midday in the blink of an eye, and he suggested they drift the group of cattle back towards camp for lunch and a ‘siesta’ while the heat of the day passed.

The rode into camp, drove the cattle and calves through the corral and into the fenced area beyond to graze. After dismounting he walked towards her to hold her horse. As she swung out of the saddle, she had not realized how stiff her legs had become and she stumbled just a bit - right into him and his strong, steady arms.

His touch was electric, and his smoldering eyes locked onto hers as he gently tucked a few stray strands of her hair behind her left ear. He then pulled her closer to him and kissed her lightly, brushing his lips across hers, and then again with more intensity, hungrily, and longingly. Their mouths yielded and their tongues danced with one another; probing at first, then swirling and flicking. The snorting of her horse interrupted this moment of bliss and he pulled away from her, gently grazing his teeth on her bottom lip until their mouths separated.

He again looked deep into her eyes as his hand roamed the small of her back coming to rest on her firm bottom, to which he gave a gentle squeeze. One of the horses tugged at their reins, pulling his arm away from her, “Someone’s impatient, I think they’re trying to tell me they’re thirsty,” he said as he turned away and led the horses to drink in the stream flowing near the campsite.
She watched him walk away, his spurs jingling and leather leggings swinging as he strode away, wondering to herself just what may lie in store in the coming days.

After a light meal, he suggested they rest a bit as the cattle tended to hide and were a little more difficult to move during the warmest portions of the day. This gave them few hours to fill, and he suggested a nap.

She snorted slightly - a nap. She had not taken a nap since she was in kindergarten. In the back of her mind, she hoped his version of a nap was a little more adult in nature as her morning’s long state of semi-arousal, capped off by that vigorous kiss had left her wanting more … much, much more.
He rose from his camp chair and offered her his hand in assistance, he was being courteous - that was how he was raised; but he had an ulterior, more lustful reason in mind. As she rose, he pulled her close to him again, and as one hand explored the small of her back the other moved along her jaw, brushing her ear, moving around to cradle the back of her head and twine his fingers through her long, flowing tresses.

He kissed her cheek, her jaw, and gently nibbled his way up to the point of her chin where they kissed one another - deep, hard, intense, and ravenously. His strong hands caressed her body, exploring her from her neck and shoulders, down to her firm and shapely ass that he had been stealing glances at every chance he could.

She was just as busy - running her hands across his broad chest and wide shoulders, touching areas clad in leather and denim generating a moan of yearning that bordered on a growl from deep within him.

He gently broke away from her lips and kissed his way along her jaw, nibbled the lobe of her ear, and whispered breathlessly in her ear, “Come on, I have an idea.” He released her from his embrace, disappeared into the cabin where she could hear him rummaging through equipment.

He emerged with a couple of heavy quilts under one arm, reached for her, taking her hand in his, and led her to a smooth grassy area in the shade where he spread the quilts to make a soft bed. He proceeded to unbuckle his leather leggings, which he had called Aramita's, pull off his tall leather boots, and lastly remove his wide brimmed hat. He then kneeled before her, grasping each foot in turn so she could take off her boots with ease.

He started to stand; but she placed her hands on his shoulders pushing him back to his knees as she began to undo her jeans. As he reached to assist her, she pushed his hands away and began to slink out of the tight waisted trousers revealing the gentle curve of her hips, her shapely thighs, and firm calves. He was mesmerized as he watched her slide a hand inside the waistband of her French-cut briefs into the dark hair he could see through the light fabric.

She shuddered as her fingers brushed over her clit to part her lips, where she could feel herself - slick as the morning dew as her fingers probed her most delicate recesses. She removed her hand and offered it to him, to which he hungrily kissed, licked, and sucked each finger on her hand devouring every bit of her musky goodness.

She then stepped closer, close enough to feel the tickle of his mustache and warm breath on her exposed navel, placed her hands behind his head and guided him towards her warming nether regions that were aching for release.
His hands rested on her hips, then gripped her briefs and like a magician would pull a tablecloth off a table - yanked them down in one swift motion. She stood there, her blue jeans and briefs around her ankles with his face in her crotch, feeling the sun on her back - she felt so alive, so in the moment, and so fucking aroused that when he ran his tongue up the moistened line of her cleft she nearly came.

She felt his warm breath on her soft, super sensitive skin, the probing of his tongue sliding between her delicate creases and when he reached the top of her opening, he drew a long, wet, lazy circle around her magic button - pausing to gently flick the swelling bud several times before moving back down to her opening; kissing and sucking her lips.

Then with his tongue soft and flat he began to lap at her opening, tasting every bit of her pink folds … pausing at the top of every few strokes to stiffen his tongue and swipe it over her clit and then repeat the circuit again and again. A moan escaped her lips, and she bit her lip as she applied more pressure to the back of his head - pulling him deeper into her wetness.

The delightful contrasts between his bushy mustache and his soft warm tongue stimulated her to further heights of passion. Delicate sighs escaped her pursed lips followed by deep, throaty, lustful moans, followed by a husky, “Yes, that's it … Oh that feels sooooo good,” as his tongue narrowed and speared the opening to her honey pot while his nose and mustache circled around her clit.

The rhythm he set was slow, deliberate, and relentless - it was making her crazy. Her moans gave way to “Yes, Fuck Yes … My God, you’re killing me.” He used nothing but his tongue and his face to pleasure her. He circled, licked, kissed, nibbled at her, and occasionally sucked her clit like a baby would his bottle - making her knees so wobbly he had to grasp her firm ass with his strong hands to help her remain standing.

Heat swelled inside of her and spread throughout her body; seeming to flow through her fingertips and back into him in a quickening cycle - like an electric circuit. She ran her hands through his closely cropped hair. Her breath came in groans and gasps as she began to grind her hips into his face in tempo with his tireless tongue. And then, just as she was about to scream and beg for release, he moved his right hand from her ass.

She felt his fingers trail over her skin … over the crest of her hip … down the outside of her thigh, brushing over her knee and gliding back up the inside of her thigh towards her sugar spot where he circled it in the wetness that was flowing from them as he lifted his mouth up to greedily lap on her fully engorged clit, he parted her delicate folds and penetrated her with his index finger.

He crooked his finger to stroke her high and deep … searching for the special spot that provided a woman indefinable pleasure. A gasp escaped her which soon became a whimper as he inserted his middle finger into her as well and began to make a gentle ‘come hither’ motion causing a breathless scream to escape from her.

Guttural groans of ecstasy erupted from her followed by, “Son-of-a-Bitch, that feels so damn good,” as her fingers dug into his shoulders in a desperate attempt to stay upright, arching and bucking against his mouth and fingers. Her thighs began to tremble as he worked her g-spot and flicked his tongue against her clit. She moaned loudly, her hips grinding into his face as her release began. She screamed out, “Yes … Yes … Ohhh dear God YES!.!.!”

Her climax was intense and seemed unending with shudders that flowed through her like lightning strikes, her legs felt like rubber, her vision narrowed, and nothing existed in those moments but warmth, pleasure, and ecstasy. He held her against him, supporting her as her body pulsated with release.

He lifted his head to kiss her belly and as he removed his fingers from her quivering flower a delicate sigh escaped her. He rose from his knees, his hands roaming over her hips, traveling up underneath her shirt to make circles around the small of her back. He stood before her, stared down into her cleavage and moved his hands up to begin unbuttoning her shirt, where he saw her nipples straining to be released from the heavy athletic bra that she wore to support her plentiful - but not overly large breasts while riding.

She could see her wetness on his mouth and chin, his mustache glistened with her honeyed nectar, and she recognized her scent as he leaned into her for a kiss. She could taste herself on him and again drifted into the warmth flooding her body as he kissed her.

He pulled away to catch his breath and then said to her, “I’ve wanted to do that to you from the very first time I stumbled across your blog.”

She flushed, suddenly shy and very self-conscious that she was standing on the edge of an alpine meadow with her pants and underwear around her ankles and nothing on, but a wide-open shirt and a sports bra with her bottom bare to the world. Combine that with the fact that she was completely out of her element, 3,000 miles from home, with a man she hardly knew, doing things she had only fantasized about in their conversations made her reflective.

Looking up at him with her large, almond shaped, eyes, she placed her hand on his chest and felt his heart beating through the fabric, and said to him, “I’d never in my life thought I would ever meet someone like you. You live such a different life than mine and I have to admit that those differences stimulated my curiosity.”

She then pulled him to her and kissed him deep and long. She ran her hand along his jaw, up his cheekbone towards his ear where she played with his earlobe. She could feel him shudder, she had discovered one of his erogenous spots and it struck her as odd that this sturdy, rugged looking individual went all wobbly kneed by her simply toying with his ear.

With her opposite hand she deftly unbuttoned his shirt revealing a very broad chest that was covered with curly dark hair. She continued working her way down until she came at last to his heavy leather belt which required the use of both her hands to unbuckle. She next worked her fingers to undo his jeans - undoing the button, unzipping the fly … … sliding her hands inside the fabric and circling around his hips giving her enough leverage to push his trousers down.

She smiled when she realized there was nothing beneath the fabric and she glanced down in time to see his member spring free as she pushed his jeans down over his hips and most of the way down his strong legs. She was surprised to see he groomed ‘down there,’ as his thick, semi-turgid cock flexed itself in the open air. The hair on his pubis was trimmed very short and his cock and balls were shaved smoother than a baby’s bottom.

With her sparkling hazel eyes locked on his, she kneaded a handful of his ass with her left hand and reached to gently cup his large, egg sized balls and caressed them. He shuddered and moaned deeply. She slid her hand up to grip the base of his shaft. He was thick and she could barely close her fingers around the root of his cock. She gently pulled on him and could feel the blood flow into him; it flexed as it began to harden.

She could see him clench his jaw and ball his hands into fists as she continued to slide her hand up and down the length of his growing shaft. She changed hands and moved her left hand from his ass to the shaft of his cock and used her right to grip his sack, pulling down and gently squeezing his balls with a caressing pressure.

A moan escaped from deep within him as she continued to very slowly stroke him to his full length. She slowly sank to her knees, never letting go of him, never breaking contact with his eyes. She leaned in closer, closer, closer, and opened her mouth as wide as she could, curled her lips over her teeth and took his broad, heart-shaped head into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, just beneath the groove at the base of his tip.

The groan that emanated from within him was deep, guttural, almost animal like as she took him further into her mouth while still slowly stroking the root of his shaft. She took him further into her mouth and bobbed in and out several times and then pulled away once he was well lubricated with her saliva.

Using the palm of her hand she slicked the head of his cock and used the excess to lubricate his thick, veiny shaft. She wrapped both hands around him and worked the shaft of his rod up and down with a gentle twisting motion. She again looked up into his eyes and leaned in again to take him in her warm, wet mouth.

Her lips returned to encircle his thick, spongy head as she tasted his pre-cum on her tongue. She drew off again, licked the pre-cum from the tip with a swipe of her tongue and vigorously worked his shaft with a slight twisting motion continuing to grip his sack with her other hand and began to squeeze in synch with her pumping hand.

His thighs quivered, his knees dipped, and he reached out to steady himself by placing his hands on her head where he gripped handfuls of her thick, long, luscious mane in his hands.

She pulled him into her mouth again and bobbed up and down continuing to pump on his root with an increasing tempo. His hands tightened their grip on her hair, his thighs trembled, she felt his cock begin to throb in her mouth and she knew he was close to climax.

His breath came in gasps, his entire body began to quiver as he neared release while she stroked him faster. She felt his muscles tense and his body jerk as she prepared for his gushing release. His hips began to thrust, driving his cock into her grip and gently fucking her mouth.

He suddenly stopped moving; his jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed, and his eyes fluttered - she could feel every pulse of the blood that flowed through the veins of his cock, and she knew she had him close … oh so very close.
He stood still, his entire body rigid as steel, forcing himself to remain motionless trying to prolong the moment. She focused her attentions on the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around its’ head, licking the tip.

He shuddered as she slid him between her lips, working the upper third of his pole while continuing to work the root of his shaft with her right hand and to steady herself as she used her left to squeeze his butt cheek.

His body jerked and his cock throbbed in her mouth, she knew the moment had come as she felt the thick burst of hot, slightly salty, musky cum. She slurped and tried to swallow the pulse; but there was too much, and it seeped from the corners of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She stroked his shaft, milking his seed from him as his cock pulsated and throbbed in her mouth continuing to spurt its’ thick spunk.

With each pulse she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock milking him with her mouth until the spasms subsided. She bobbed her head, enthusiastically extracting every drop of his emission. He slipped from her velvety mouth as his knees buckled, causing the last few gentle spasms of his climax to deposit the remaining pulses of jizz on her chin and cheek. If he had not been grasping handfuls of her hair in his hands, he probably would have collapsed from the intensity of his orgasm.

He could not recall a situation where he had ever experienced an orgasm like that before. He felt warm, almost rubbery from head to toe as she looked up at him with a broad smile on her face.

He drifted, his mind flittering in the aftereffects of the sheer pleasure he had just experienced, basking in the moment of release, and reflecting on what he saw. She was beautiful with her long, thick, wavy mane of auburn hair … her large, soulful, mesmerizing eyes … her strong jaw … her full, pouty lips … and her refined, graceful neck.

He was drawn to her; had been since the day he discovered her blog. It was not just her obviously stunning looks - she was also very intelligent, well educated, eloquent and insightful in her writing, artistic - yet incredibly erotic in the photographs she coupled to her prose. She was also prone to humor and thoughtfulness when she communicated with her readers … … In summation she was the most captivating woman he had ever encountered, and he was enthralled with her.

She wiped his nut-butter from her chin and delicately coughed gently bringing him back to the here and now. He released his grip on her hair and reached for her hands to help her rise, and in doing so he pulled her close to him resulting in her gliding up him as she stood tall. He wrapped his arms around her, and she leaned her head into the crook of his neck and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest. His voice rumbled in his chest when he spoke.
He said, almost in a whisper, “That was absolutely incredible …”

He could feel the muscles of her face against his chest form into a smile as she replied, “It takes two you know.”

He laughed, kissed the top of her head, and said, “I really was serious about taking a nap … We’ll make another sweep later this afternoon and catch more cows as they move to water and browse some before bedding down for the evening. Besides, I really need a nap after that experience.”

Still barely dressed, they lay down on the thick quilts, he on his back and she on her side, snuggled against him. Her petite frame was just the right height that the top of her head rested in the crook of his shoulder. He had an arm protectively curled around her, while she draped an arm across his chest and had a leg splayed over his hip. She could feel him against her and hear his heart beating a steady rhythm as they lay there together basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

He loved the feel of her against him. Her: silky smooth, light - nearly alabaster colored skin that was dotted with little freckles wherever she had gotten just a touch too much sun, long dark auburn hair, delicate hands, toned supple legs, and refined feet were all a contrast to; His: stout somewhat weathered frame, fair but very light-olive toned skin, stereotypical ‘farmer’s tan,’ closely cut salt-and-peppered dark-brown hair, thick calloused hands, very broad shoulders, and barrel chest covered with dark curly hair, powerfully muscled legs and calves, and wide - almost bear pawed feet.

He projected rugged durability and strength capable of bursts of incredible power; while She reflected elegance, flexibility, and endurance - form to his function. The contrasts only seemed to intensify the attraction between them, and they drifted off to the sleep of post-coital bliss.

He awoke to something stirring in the grass near them followed by tentative steps onto the quilts and a few sniffs as a cold wet nose pressed against his lower leg culminating in a furry head settling on top of his shin bone. He knew who it what was before he even opened his eyes when he heard the thumping of a dog’s tail. It was Allie, an Australian Kelpie with a dark red coat, tan points, and foxlike ears - his number one dog and smartest of his little band of fleet-footed canines.

They were the most important tools he employed except for his horses. He had always joked that a good cow dog was worth the wages of three men, ate for a fraction of the cost, required no benefits, and rarely could their complaints not be solved by a good belly rub and scratch behind the ears. His other ‘employees’ were Duke, Clancy, and Maggie, all Australian Kelpies.
Allie was subtly reminding him it was time to get back to work. He shooed her away and the dog trotted off content to have reminded him that it was time to return to his duties.

He gently nuzzled her forehead with his chin, kissed her brow, and lightly ran his hand along her ribs. She began to stir, and he whispered it was time to get back to work. She toyed with his chest hair and swirled her fingers around his nipple which immediately began to firm under her skillful touch. He was very sensitive and had always loved when a woman touched him there. He could feel her warm breath on his nipple, and he shuddered just a little when she whirled her tongue around it and grazed her teeth over its’ dimpled surface.
He considered the situation for a moment and softly said, “If we start this now, we’ll never get any work done this afternoon.”

She sat up on an elbow, ran her hand down his chest, over his belly, and while taking his cock in her hand, she looked at him and lustily replied, “You call this work?”

He playfully answered, “I don’t know … Do you?”

“Not if you do it right,” she said with a lusty smile.

He saddled the horses again and they rode in a north-easterly direction to collect more cattle. Several hours of riding yielded a tidy number of animals. They pushed the little herd back to add to those already gathered.
He cared for the horses and picketed them to graze.

Upon returning he prepared their evening meal - a casserole, cooked in a Dutch Oven, of farm raised pork chops, baked in a sourdough stuffing with bits of celery, pieces of carrot, dried cherries, chopped walnuts, and topped with home canned Elberta Peaches that had been grown in his orchard. The juices from the meat and syrup from the peaches infused their flavors throughout the stuffing creating a simple yet rich and tasty meal.

As the casserole baked, he prepared a wilted romaine salad by lightly sautéing the coarsely chopped lettuce with minced bacon, topping the lettuce with halved cherry tomatoes, crumbled blue cheese, dried cranberries, and a balsamic vinaigrette.

After they cleaned up the meal together, they sat in front of the cabin, to again watch the brilliantly colored sunset fade into a purple-colored sky as the sun slipped below the mountains to the West. As the Evening Star rose above the mountains, the tranquility was punctuated with the melodious sound of a cowbell in the distance.

He parted briefly to corral the horses for the night and returned to douse the lights as they turned in under the stars, the evening air embracing them as they drifted off to sleep under a blanket of stars.

From the Gold Country of Northern California's Sierra Nevada Mountains,

Range Bull


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