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

connection with a girl before he’d make her see stars.
    He grinned. “I would love to, Miss, but it’ll have to be a different day. Me and my cousin should be goin’ before the sunsets. Need to know whether or not we can get a job with that widow, or if we should be travelin’ to another place.”
    Her smile fell a bit. “I understand. Stop on in if ya come back through town, will ya?”
    He tipped his hat to her again. “I’ll be sure to do that, Miss. Have a nice day. Thank you for the tip.”
    He left the post office before she could say another word to persuade him to stick around. Now, he had the challenge of finding his cousin in a town he knew nothing about, or even were to start. They needed to hop on the lead from the post office girl as soon as possible. An old widow would probably be easier to work for than an old man anyway.
    It took Nash longer than he thought it would to find Ricky, but when he did, the man was happier than a kid gettin' out of church on a Sunday.
    “It’s been too long, Nash, too long,” was all he said when he walked out of the shed next to a rundown bar.
    “At least you had good time.” Nash gave him a hard slap on the back. “But I got the cherry to put on top of your cake.”
    Ricky lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah? A job?”
    “A hopeful one. The girl at the post office told me about a widow who has a cattle ranch East of here and just let go of two hands a couple weeks ago.”
    “She’s probably hired two more by now, Nash.”
    Nash shrugged. “What’s the worse that’ll happen if we go? No loss in tryin’. At least then we can tell Granny we gave it a real go before returning’ home with our tails between our legs.”
    “Yeah. I reckon you’re right. Let’s grab a couple more drinks and hit the road. We might be able to find this old bat’s place before dark.”
    “How do you know she’s old?”
    Ricky shrugged as they walked to the store. “You said she was a widow. What young thing do you know who’s is a widow? Husband probably killed over and she had no sons to take over the ranch.”
    “Yeah, probably.”
     

Beautiful Widow
    The ranch was not as big as the post office girl had described. A single person could almost run it without too much help. Two hands would be enough, and if the widow just let two men go, it was doubtful she would need them.
    “You sure about this, Nash?”
    Nash glanced at him. “We haven’t talked to her yet, have we?”
    “All right, all right, I get your point.”
    They walked up to the modest, two-story house, which was painted a dark green. A wide, curved porch made up the front of the house. As soon as their boots made the first step, the screen door swung open with a squeak! A shotgun cocking perked both their ears; they took a step back as a woman stepped onto the porch. Her red hair hung in one long braid over her shoulder. Her yellow dress clung to her full hips and her ample cleavage as well. Nash couldn’t help but to wonder if they’d gone to the wrong place. Was the woman standing before them a widow? She was still young and gorgeous.
    She pointed the gun at them, and their hands went up in surrender. “Who are you and what are you doing on my property?”
    “Easy, ma’am. We don’t mean to bother you. We heard you may need some workers for the summer, and we came to check it out. I think we may’ve gotten the wrong place though.”
    She hesitated for a moment before taking the barrel of the gun off them and uncocking it. “I am still looking for workers. I had to let go of the last ones because they were stealin’ from me. How experienced are you? I don’t need no greenhorns on my land.”
    Ricky took off his hat and slicked back his hair. “We’ve been working on cattle ranches since we were nine, ma’am.” She frowned. "I guess I can only take your word for it. Not like you have proof for me. I'll give you both a trial period. If you do a piss poor job, you’re outta here. If I catch you stealin'