The Rancher’s Daughter

An excerpt from The Rancher's Daughter

Annie crept past the back of the blacksmith's shop and into the stabler's barn. Several horses were being kept, but they stayed quiet.

"Annie!"

Annie started in surprise. "Oh, hi Bert!" A silly thrill went thru her. Had he followed her? Did he know?

"What are you doin' here?" he asked in a whisper. "Did you come to see me?"

Annie gushed. "Why sure!" He was cute boy, dark-haired, not afraid to stare, and awfully fun to be around. She could hardly contain herself. Lann was forgotten.

Bert put his hands on her hips. "This place isn't hardly safe," Bert said. His blue eyes shined. "Come on.... The haymound is out of the way." He led her to the haymound, a wooden platform out of the way and raised off the ground to keep the hay and straw dry. Bert kissed her, rushed and stiff, but not rough and not too wet. "Can I kiss you?" he asked afterward.

"Yes. I guess," Annie laughed. He kissed her again, and she let her mind run away with her. She pulled at his shirt until it came off. He undid the buttons on her dress and pushed it off her shoulders. In a moment, they fell into the straw pile, naked from the waist up, all kisses and caresses.

"My goodness!" Annie gushed. Bert's hands were all over her, sliding down her smooth belly toward her little treasure. "Oh, my goodness!"

"Damnation," came a voice from behind. Bert snapped about, reaching for his shirt, but Annie fell back in a swoon, hardly aware of where she was.

"Lann, you better clear out, unless you want trouble."

Lann loomed over them, almost silhouetted by the morning sun. "Annie come here to meet me, Bert," the tall fellow said. He stood half a head higher, and broader of shoulder than his rival, but Bert was a strong boy and full of scrap and pluck. It would be quite a match, if they stuck to fists. If it came to knives, Bert would stick the yellow-haired boy up thru his gizzard in a wink.

"She met up with me and now she's mine," Bert said and turned back to her and planted a hot kiss on Annie's throat that made positively tingle. She wanted badly to wiggle out of her dress and lie naked in the straw for either boy to ravish until they were both spent.

"Bert, you come out here and fight me or, God so help me, I'll stab you right in the yellow stripe that goes down your back." Bert kissed her quickly and got up.

Annie lay back and smiled as the boys went to fight over her. She didn't even bother to cover her bare breasts.

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