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

See more Freedom. Zach Corbett smiled for the first time in weeks as he looked at the open expanse of grassland around him. Not a soul in sight and just a couple dozen of his four hundred head of cattle visible. He had never truly understood what that word meant until just now. After his mother died ten years ago, his father had sold their lands in Virginia when he was just a boy and moved them out here to Wyoming. He had told Zach he wanted a fresh start and freedom. Zach, being ten years old, assumed freedom meant living rough and without any of the amenities a well to do landowner's son had in Richmond. Folks out here had thought his father was crazy trying to run a cattle ranch with his only experience being a half-dozen dairy cows back East. But, his father was hard-working and lucked into a good foreman off the bat. They'd turned a piece of paper into one of the biggest cattle ranches in the area over the last ten years. And Zach had spent most of that time on a horse with his father learning how to run it. His father had been strict and tough on Zach. Rules were plentiful and expectations high. He had chafed under his old man the last couple years as he'd finally grown into being a man and hated how he still treated him like a boy. But now, his father was gone and all this was his. He could do anything he wanted. Freedom meant a fresh start, but also being alone. His father had been getting those headaches for the last year, blinding pain on his left side. He'd been tough as a mule forever so they'd both ignored it. Then that seizure and the weakness on the left side of his face a couple months ago. The doc had spent a lot of time with his dad that week, but his dad had just said he'd be fine. Then two weeks ago he'd fallen off his horse and couldn't get up. By the time the doc came up from town, a two hour ride, his father had died. He wished that tough bastard was here with him and regretted all the fights they'd had over the last couple years. About how he spent his free time drinking in town and who he should marry not any of the low class women in this part of the world. Freedom was bittersweet for Zach. The price was too high. He knew he could do anything he wanted, but felt his pa's presence hanging over these grasslands watching him and knew he wanted to make him proud still. He understood freedom now, but also knew it was never truly attainable. His quarter horse suddenly fidgeted under him and snorted. He was riding a newly broken filly named Sally, spirited, prone to distraction and needing a firm hand on her rein. The kind of horse he liked. He leaned down to soothe her and saw what must have stirred her. A figure riding towards them at a fast clip and clearly in a big hurry. Curious, he wheeled her towards the lone rider and unconsciously checked the rifle strapped to his saddle. This was still the Wild West and rustlers and thieves prowled the prairie. Although few would be bold to attack alone during daylight! As the man drew closer he relaxed as he recognized one of his ranch hands. The man, Charles, waved his hat at Zach and reined in his lathered horse. Mr. Corbett, he gasped out, breathing hard like his horse. Zach hated how quickly all the ranch hands had started calling him that after his father's death. It made him want to look over his shoulder for his pa. Sir, a young lady's at the ranch house... she just rode in on the cart of horse feed being delivered from the store. She says she's 'ere to see you and she ain't from 'round 'ese parts, 'ats for sure. Zach's mind spun in confusion. None of this made any sense. They never had visitors, let alone young ladies. He turned and kicked Sally forward and the young horse eagerly took the line towards home and her stable.