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“Will that be everythin’, ma’am?”
“Hm?”
Linda Albright stood on the porch of her aunt’s ranchhouse, staring at the reddening sun as it dropped slowly behind the mountains. The air was so clear here in the high desert. The sky so much bluer than in L.A., the landscape far more dramatic. Why couldn’t she enjoy it? Why couldn’t she simply lay back, run the ranch and enjoy the wild beauty of this countryside instead of thinking of that awful itchy heat concentrating in the furry bundle between her legs? She sighed, closing her eyes, feeling her strength being sapped away.
“I asked, if you want somethin’ else.”
Linda opened her eyes and pushed away from the wooden porch support she’d been resting against.
“No, no, Hank. That’s enough for today. Tell the boys thanks for everything… for helping me out,” Linda said, smiling at the tall dark-haired hand shuffling his feet in front of her with hat in hand.
It had been difficult at first, taking a leave of absence from her teaching job in Glendale to come out here and help her aunt after Uncle Jim had died. The ranch was so big, so complicated. Thank God they had a competent foreman and six good hands to do the actual work. It had been a slow, painful learning process for Linda. But being an intelligent young woman of twenty-four, she finally managed to learn some of the ropes of the game. And after the first month Linda began actually to enjoy living out here, working with the men, learning about the cattle business with all its problems and rewards. There were times when she even thought of leaving her teaching job altogether in Glendale and setting up shop here outside of Riverside.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.