Free ROMANCE: Gone Cowboy Wild (THREESOMES, MENAGE, BBW Book 1) by Ashlynn Cox Page A

placed his arm around her shoulders. Nash shook his head and stood. “That sly dog. Only ever takes a wink, I swear.”
    Nash picked up the paper bag of their jerky and wadded up the paper to throw it in the trash. “A lotta good that did,” he muttered as he made his way to the post office. He took a swig of his soda and gave a satisfied kaaa! as it left his lips. Only thing that could beat a cold soda on a hot summer’s day was a cold beer, but they had to be wise with the little cash they had left. For all they knew, they’d have to take the train back home to Granny soon.
    He sighed. When he got to the post office  he’d call her and let her know what’s going on, but at the same time he didn’t want her to worry. “We’ll just need to get another job, and then I can send her a letter,” he mumbled just when a mother and her daughter walked by. She grabbed her daughter by the shoulder and pulled her close while she hurried past him. A heat, not from the sweltering weather, lined his neck. He swallowed hard and shook his head. He had to stop thinking aloud.
    The post office, no bigger than a large outhouse, greeted him in no time, but it brought no cool release with it, only a muggier kind of heat. A young woman stood behind the counter, her chin rested on her hand and a tattered magazine in front of her. She flipped through it lazily, barely batting an eye at the only person to enter the building that afternoon. Nash took his hat off regardless of her disinterest in playing the part of customer service. Manners were next to godliness; his Granny taught him well.
    He moved up to the bulletin board, skimmed over the fliers for old events and lost pets, but no help wanted ads for any ranch hands jumped out at him. It looked like him and Ricky would have to travel the countryside and see if they could pick up work with a random ranch.
    He sighed and thumbed at his hat’s rim, which still rested in his hands. They should’ve left for the ranch job last week. He shook his head. No. Granny had still needed their support then. Her heart attack was fresh. They had thought they’d lost her at first.
    “You look like someone stole your horse.”
    Nash looked up and blinked with surprise at the young woman. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets that framed her face, and her eyes shined like ocean jewels. She smiled at him and twirled a curl of hair around her finger. He swallowed hard. Ricky was right: the town did have some nice sights to see, but she was a tad too skinny for his tastes. “What were you looking for? Maybe I can help?”
    He gave a chuckle and held his hat to his chest. “That’s kind of you, Miss, but I doubt it.”
    She shrugged a shoulder. “Never know if ya don’t try.”
    He sighed. She was right though; locals tended to know things that weren’t in the paper or on the town bulletin board. “I reckon you’re right. Me and my cousin came out here for a ranch job, but the owner gave away our bunks before we got there. Now we gotta find something else if we wanna make it through the comin’ winter.”
    “Mmm…well, there’s a widow running a ranch about seven miles East of here. Big cattle ranch,” she drug out. “Can’t miss it. I know she cut loose two of her hands a couple weeks ago. They were downright pissed. Came in here to mail some letters and went hog-wild ranted about it. I bet she’s still lookin’ for new hires if you wanna try there.”
    “Huh, well, I reckon it’s worth a go. Thank you kindly, Miss.” He placed his hat back on his head and tipped it to her. Her smile grew wide.
    “You’re welcome.” She twirled the strand even more as she stared at him with hunger in her eyes. “Ya know, I’m off in a little while if you’d like to walk me home.”
    Nash King didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out what she was throwin’ his way. If he were Ricky, he would’ve jumped at the chance to get some tail, but he would never be Ricky. And, he needed a