Thread: Hot Sex on the Range (Prince & LingeringDesire)

See more Katherine Elaine Smith Corbett Katie Freedom. Katherine Smith Corbett smiled for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. The wide flat land stretched out before her and offered up a thousand promises and paths to choose from. It was her time to rise above all of it and shine. Born in Richmond, Virginia twenty years before the female understood what a hard life meant. She'd been orphaned at a young age, maybe five or six. She remembered having a cold and chasing after her mother when she told her to be good. The little thing could barely walk straight for the fever that burned her up. Of course she was recognized immediately by the sisters that ran the house, her whore of a mother was known the town through. Although her mother Meg O' Gallagher Smith was a fine mother, never turning her daughter out or any such non-sense. It was surmised that she never got what she thought was a fair price. However, the woman was a pariah for the small community of hard working, god-fearing people. Yes, she went to church, only to sully the name and be tossed on her rump. Though, the lady her daughter turned out to be was ten times that of her mother. Having sought her out when the time came to leave the girls home, Katie had heard the tale of her mother's untimely death. burned alive in a lantern oil fire above a tavern... she was alone or the male jumped out the window and left her to fend for herself. No tears were shed for her mother, only a understanding dip of her head before she scurried off in search of work. The home took her in, she would be a fine housemother and had done her job well since the age of sixteen. But, well, Katie wanted more. Dreaming of marriage and her own family she was elated to see an ad in the local paper. A man had headed west and was in need of a bride. His home was ready and his heart was open, the ad stated. She wrote him and as her luck would have it he returned her letter. As time went on they wrote to one another about daily life. His was as a rancher and her's as a teacher in the girls home. She taught them to be a woman. Sitting with their legs crossed at the ankle, hands folded in their lap and a smile adorning their lips. It took only a few months and he wrote professing his love of her. She adored him and rightfully professed her own feelings to him in a tear stained letter. They spoke of marriage and the many children he would give her, of things that lovers spoke of and of their future in general. Sitting on the porch in their old age and watching the sun setting over their land, side by side on their porch. Of how he'd provide for her always and love her until he was tucked into the grave. The official letter and certificate asking her to marry him by proxy came as no surprise. He'd sent her tickets while the snow was up tot he window panes. But when that all melted he wanted her at his side as his wife. Saying he could wait no longer. She blushed and promptly signed the document and filed it with the courts. The marriage license was given to her and she sent him his own copy along with a letter stating how excited she was to soon be at her rightful place. The terrain passed at her stagecoach window, the air still a bit chilly but the snow was gone. It was the first coach passengers were allowed to be on headed west. Her trunk was sent off ahead months ago and all her possessions had been packed up. Looking so much younger than her twenty years the female ran a hand over her tired face, her freckles standing out more against her pale flesh as the coach lurched in the mud on another muddy road. Thick with ruts and wide puddles. She heard the driver cursing beneath his breath as he passed the window. Averting her eyes she gave him a wide smile. Luckily he wasn't dropping her off at the nearest town and telling her to find her own way, thankful that Zach had thought ahead and fully paid for door to door service with the company. Including a few nights in hotels. With being married the cost was lesser, no chaperone needed and she was able to travel alone. She grew bored but thoughts of her sweet husband floated in her mind. He'd described himself to her many times... but never asked for a description of her. Broad shouldered, dark hair and eyes, tall and hardworking. It was vague but what he'd said made her smile. They moved forward, and onward toward their destination, her home. However, this was short lived the next time they were stuck. This is your stop, He told her sloshing through the mud, her trim waist in his grasp as he set her down on the muddy side of the road. My coach can't go any farther and your home is just up the road. He tossed her bag onto the ground next to her and with a tip of his hat turned his coach around and was gone. Katie looked along the road and watched him disappear from sight. It was still early in the morning, just across the boarder of Wyoming and her new hometown. They'd passed town a little bit ago after breakfast, now she stood at a crossroads of some sort and looked in the way the driver stated, Just up the road, She smiled, anything to get to her husbands warm embrace. Picking up her bag she started onward, though the just up ahead was a few miles. The two hour drive would easily take her to the next day by foot. Long legs worked to carry her forward, the feet of which were shoved into thick soled brown leather boots. Her brown traveling dress's hem was lifted to make walking easier. Long auburn hair was tucked into a bun at the back of her head, her green gray eyes gazed out to the road ahead of her. The driver came along after about an hour of her traveling on foot. Her hourglass figure caught his gaze, narrow waist, wide hips.. and when she turned his way, the ample bosom. Sure her coat covered each exposed inch but still, he knew what a figure she had and drooled. he laughed when she told her story of being dropped of, he told her he'd take her since he had a delivery to make for them anyway. He watched her curiously but she held her tongue of who she might be. Catching one of the hands the man told her tale and pulled on around to the barn while she looked around. Katie dusted off the dried mud, as best she could. The booming cattle ranch appeared sad and lonely, In need of a woman's touch... She murmured looking about after leaving her bag on the out of place looking porch. Shrugging she held a pillar and allowed her gaze to survey the land as far as the eye could see. Fenced land for the cattle being sold, she assumed. Barns and other out buildings scattered about but mostly wide open land. She felt confused, it didn't look overly fancy to her. Like he described in her letters. She shrugged, maybe the seasons made a difference to the look or it was in the eye of the cattle rancher. Biting her lower lip she gave the door to the house a shove. Wrinkling her nose at the smell she stepped across the threshold. Her bag was at her side and soon rested on the surface of one bureau with a long mirror. One room. Not even like a proper house. One room for eating, she glanced at the table and small stove and oven combination in the corner near the fireplace. Entertaining, the couch that looked worn out and in need of a cleaning. To sleeping, Her eyes traveled to the two beds. Two? Furrowed brows on her face as she moved toward them. What she wouldn't give to take a nap... but it looked as though the house needed a thorough cleaning. I will make you shine... She stated. The thundering of hooves caused her to emerge outside once more. One pale hand lifted over her eyes as she saw him. It had to be him. Her heart thundered behind her breast much like the hooves of the horse he rode. Zach Corbett... It's me Katie... Her smile was wide, innocent and pure love. Had he been on the ground she'd have toppled him with a hug and a tender kiss, it was their day and tonight... their night. She shivered.