I wouldn’t mind finding a woman like her. Hardworking, honest, salt of the earth.
One thing was for sure. My woman wouldn’t be wearing hundred-dollar pink cowgirl boots like the tiny young thing who’d just tried to get me out on the dance floor.
Besides… I preferred a little more meat on my women.
“There’s been a bear out at the state park getting a little too friendly with the tourists,” Wade told me.
“Are we going to need to catch a bear?”
“Yup. We were thinking about doing it next Sunday. You want to join in?”
Every now and then a bear got a mite bit too friendly. And we locals would go out and shake the bushes, guiding him to a bear-sized culvert trap. Then we’d transfer the cranky beast out to Newton County where it wouldn’t do any harm to people.
“Yeah. I can show up,” I rumbled.
Wade nodded and sipped his beer. “Good.”
We were the slow-sipping crew these days. A few of our other friends would join us later. Most of them were married off at this point. I was one of the last single holdouts.
A gust of wind blew through the bar as a new group arrived, and the door swung open.
I glanced their way, casually taking in the group. It was a bunch of women all decked out in cowboy crap. Lately even the college girls from Fernwood had been jumping in on that trend.
I’d be happy when everyone forgot about us country folk again and left us to live in peace.
“There should be a rule that you have to show up with a local to get into this place,” I muttered as I lifted my Budweiser to my lips. Too many people had been filtering in lately.
Wade chuckled. “You’ve just been cranky ever since you lost out on that pickup truck at the auto auction.”
My friend knew me too well. “Yup. She was abeaut.”
“You should have bid the extra thousand.”
I’d set a hard limit. And I liked to stick to those limits, even though I’d been kicking myself ever since.
“Naw. Something else will come along,” I told him.
Although its leather seats had set my pulse beating harder. That pickup truck had little heaters in the seats to warm your butt on cold days. I’dreallywanted those heaters in my seats.
The ladies who’d just walked in were loud, laughing and giggling, looking all around as they descended on Max at the bar.
One of them sure was a looker.
Hot damn.
My eyes trailed her as she ponied up to the counter.
Throw away everything bad I’d ever said about pink cowgirl boots. She was decked out in a pair that highlighted her skintight jeans injustthe right way.
Would you look at the ass on that?
She was a plumper. My kind of woman.
There were plenty of love handles to hold on to while riding a woman like that.
I felt my cock stir to life as I studied her.
She had loose, wavy hair tucked under a matching cowgirl hat, and a t-shirt that was two sizes too tight that said ‘Howdy Cowboy’.
