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Cowgirl Up! Ch. 1Turning north onto Highyway 54, I was just a few short miles from my destination. The little town of Three Rivers, New Mexico lay just a mile or so ahead. The Double D Ranch, my grandfather’s place, was just a few miles north of the community.Three Rivers wasn’t much of a town. A dozen or so houses and a convenience store that served as a café, gas station and post office was about it. It was a peaceful little town, disrupted only by the occasional train passing along its northern edge.After passing through the town, I began watching for the entrance to my grandfather’s ranch. It wasn’t hard to find! Two large vertical posts supported another across the wide entrance. Suspended from the post was a carved wood sign, The Double D, Three Rivers, New Mexico.Turning into the gravel driveway, I slowed to look at the horses grazing in the pasture to my left. They were absolutely beautiful! Several young colts were standing with their mothers, undistracted by my sudden appearance. Continuing on, I could see my grandfather’s house looming ahead. It was a sprawling brick ranch house he’d had built shortly after purchasing the property. He’d written about it in several of his letters, describing it in great detail.Pulling up to the garage, I felt relieved that I was finally at my destination. My old Camaro had made the thirteen-hundred mile journey from Chicago despite its age. Stepping out of the car, I was never so glad to stretch my legs. The Double D was just as my grandfather had described it, twelve thousand acres of prime pastureland surrounded by beautiful hills. Falls Ranch Springs, bordered part of the ranch. Looking down the descending slope, I could see several large barns, all identical in construction and size. There were two ranch-hands tending to the horses in the corrals. Everything was so peaceful and quiet. The only sound was the breeze rustling through the trees. “Well! Is it exactly as I described it or not?” A male voice questioned.Startled, I quickly spun around to find my grandfather standing right behind me.“Grandpa!” I shouted, giving him a big hug.My grandfather held me in his strong embrace for several long moments. It had been five years since we’d last seen each other, my college graduation. For years, he’d coaxed me to come out and visit him but I’d never found the time.After graduation, I’d landed a management position with a publishing company in Chicago. I’d gotten married, one of the biggest mistakes in my life so far, then turned to writing novels. My life seemed to be scheduled every minute of the day, leaving me with absolutely no free time. My busy lifestyle and career had been the ultimate demise of my marriage. I felt solely to blame.“Let’s see how bad those bastards cut you.” My grandfather commented, examining the left side of my face. I’d come to Three Rivers and my grandfather’s ranch to get away from bad memories and terrible people. The terrible memories I’d never escape from. I was still experiencing recurring nightmares. The bruising and swelling in my face had dissipated although I was still having some blurred vision in my left eye. I still had the jagged scar along my left jawbone that would be with me forever along with the emotional scars I’d carry for life. All this was the result of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Beaten and robbed outside a popular downtown Chicago nightclub, I’d been left for dead in the parking lot. After being found early the following morning, I’d spent almost two weeks in the hospital recuperating from my injuries. I vowed to never let myself fall into that situation again, not without being prepared.During a short period of recuperation before leaving Chicago, I’d taken firearms and shooting lessons from a reputable gun dealer. I’d quickly become proficient firing my Smith and Wesson .45 caliber automatic. I felt confident enough to use it if I had to, yet stable enough to use it if unquestionably warranted.“Well, it could have been worse, I guess.” J.D. commented. “At least, they didn’t kill you.”“Might have been for the best if they had of.” I mumbled.“What? Whatta ya mean by that?” My grandfather questioned, quite stunned by my remark.“Nothing.” I replied. “Just forget I even said it.” “Let’s get your things inside.” J.D. suggested. “I told Juanita you’d be staying in the guest room.”Juanita was my grandfather’s housekeeper. She’d been with him since he’d moved here. She took care of the house as well as prepare breakfast and lunch for the ranch-hands. She lived in town with her husband, a Lincoln County deputy sheriff, and her two young daughters. The Hispanic woman, who I guessed to be around thirty-five, barely stood five foot, three. Juanita’s beautiful coal black hair and large round eyes overshadowed her stocky build.“Ah! I finally get to meet the granddaughter Mr. Kramer talks so often about!” Juanita exclaimed, giving me a hug. I was quite taken aback by her friendliness and gesture. I wasn’t used to being hugged, let alone by two people in the same day.After getting my clothes put away in the guest room, I joined my grandfather out on the patio. Sitting in cushioned lawn chairs, we sipped lemonade and watched the horses grazing lazily in the pastures. Neither of us said anything for the longest time.“How’s the writing coming along?” J.D. inquired. “Written anything new?”“No. Not for a while.” I replied. “I can’t seem to get past the first couple of chapters before my mind goes blank.”“Maybe living out here will change all that.” My grandfather commented.The author of several thrillers and mysteries, I was now writing the first chapters of a new adventure series. Packed with dangerous exploits and crime, the series would be tastefully seasoned with sexual encounters.I hoped my grandfather’s presumption would come true. I was getting desperate to get the first book written so the publisher would get off my case. I needed peace and quiet along with a clear mind, free from worry and other concerns. The Double J Ranch seemed the ideal setting.“I’ve got to run up to Albuquerque the day after tomorrow.” My grandfather asserted. “I’ll be gone for a few days. I’ll have my ranch foreman look after you.”“You think I need looking after?” I questioned. “After all, I am twenty-seven or have you forgotten.” “I haven’t forgotten.” J.D. replied with a grin. “I just want to make sure you’ll be all right out her by yourself.” “Juanita leaves around 2:00 in the afternoon.” He added. “She doesn’t return till 5:00 in the morning.”“Let me guess.” I jested, grinning. “I bet this ranch foreman of yours is single, about my age, quite handsome and looking for a wife.”“Well, I’m not sure if Cody’s looking for a wife or not but I do know he’s just twenty-two.” My grandfather affirmed. “He is single and I guess you could say he’s good-looking.”“Grandpa, I’m not looking for another man.” I declared. “I ruined one marriage. I’ll be damned if I’ll ever make that mistake again.” It seemed like forever since I’d been with anyone. I’d seemingly lost my sex drive. Now, with the very discernible scar along the left side of my face, I knew I’d lost my sex appeal also. Everything that had happened to me during the past few years had turned me very bitter and introverted. All I thought about was my writing and living in near seclusion. I wasn’t happy but I’d forgotten what real happiness was like.I’d managed to retain the same great figure I had at twenty-one. Standing five foot, eight, my weight was well within range for my height. My shoulder-length sandy blonde hair, I styled feathered back along the sides. It certainly did nothing to hide my facial scar but I didn’t care. Not anymore! My emerald green eyes had lost their sparkle. They often appeared clouded from lack of sleep.Juanita had prepared dinner for us before she left for the day. I was used to a diet of frozen entrees and snack foods but Juanita’s cooking tasted too good to be true. I could see why my grandfather always praised her cooking in his letters.After dinner and straightening up the kitchen, the two of us adjourned to my grandfather’s office. There were numerous oil paintings hanging on the walls, some were of mountain landscapes, others were of a historic nature depicting stage coaches and cattle drives.“I didn’t know you were an art connoisseur.” I stated, looking at each of the paintings. “These are absolutely beautiful.”“They’re Cody’s, something he does in his free time.” My grandfather responded. “He’s quite good, don’t ya think?”“Yeah. He sure is!” I replied. “They’re all great!”While my grandfather caught up on some paperwork, I sat quietly watching a movie on the television in his office. A young man appeared at the French doors that led out onto the patio. His sudden appearance startled me.“Cody! Come in!” My father shouted. “I’d like you to meet someone.”Removing his black western hat, the handsome young man stepped into the office. He was about six foot in height with an athletic build but not overly muscular. To say he was handsome was an understatement! Cody’s thick, dark hair and bright blue eyes highlighted his great looks. The small cleft in his chin accentuated his clean-shaven face. He was wearing a dark blue shirt and faded denim jeans along with well-worn cowboy boots. “You’re Michelle Green, J.D.’s granddaughter.” Cody stated, extending his hand. “I recognize you from your picture on the book jackets.”“I take it you’ve read some of my books.” I affirmed, shaking the young man’s hand.I immediately noticed how rough and calloused his hand was. Cody was definitely a man accustomed to performing manual labor.“I’ve read most of them.” Cody replied. “I like your style of writing. Lots of action without overdoing the v******e. Although, the sexual situations seem a bit too detailed.”“What the hell does he mean, the sexual situations are too detailed!” I thought, concealing my anger. “Hell! He’s just twenty-two! This cowboy’s probably never fucked anything but his fist!”“You headin’ out for the night?” My grandfather inquired, interrupting the conversation.“Yeah. Thought I’d better check on that herd off in the valley.” Cody replied. “That seems to be where they’re hitting us the most often.”“I could saddle up another horse if you’d like to go along.” He added, smiling at me.“No thanks.” I responded. “I’m not much for riding horses.”“I’ll have to see what I can do to change that.” Cody remarked. “Out here, damn near everyone rides!”The truth of the matter, I was somewhat frightened of horses. I found them quite beautiful but also a little threatening because of their size and strength.“Well, I’ll think about it.” I commented. “I’ve got a lot of work I need to catch up on.”“Ah! I’ll bet you’re writing a new book.” Cody surmised. “Another great thriller or mystery with lots of action and chaos.”“Yes. And, lots of sex also.” I smarted off. “But, you can skip over those parts.”I regretted making the comment as soon as I finished blurting it out. The reaction on Cody’s face was more of dismay than anger. I had gone on the offensive without cause or provocation.“I better be getting out to the canyon.” Cody retorted, glaring at me. “Some of us have real work to take care of.”Cody had no sooner stepped out onto the patio than my grandfather gave me one of his infamous frowns.“That wasn’t very nice.” He scolded. “Cody’s a fine young man. He didn’t deserve having you take a snipe at him.”“I’m sorry, Grandpa. It just slipped out.” I mumbled. “I’ll apologize to him in the morning.”“You’d better.” J.D. chided, still frowning. “Next time, think before you speak.”I felt uncomfortable sitting in my grandfather’s presence, especially since I’d angered him. Excusing myself, I went off to ödemiş escort bed.Sleeping in a strange bed always deprived me of sleep but that night I slept through most of the night, only waking once. It was almost 8:00 when I woke up. I could hear my grandfather and Juanita chatting in the kitchen.Slipping on a robe and lighting up a cigarette, I sauntered into the kitchen.“How about some Coffee, Miss Green?” Juanita offered. “I just brewed a fresh pot.”“I can get it.” I replied, fixing myself a cup.Sitting in the dining-room with my grandfather and Juanita, I glanced out the large picture window. Down by the barns, I could see Cody helping one of the ranch-hands feed the horses in the corral. I remembered I owed him an apology. Mentally, I prepared myself for what I was going to say.“Juanita and I are going into Lincoln.” J.D. asserted. “We’ve got to stock up on groceries and I need to stop at the hardware store. You need anything while were there?”“No. I can’t think of anything I need.” I replied. “I’ll probably remember something after you’re long gone though.” I jested.“Well, my cell phone number’s tacked up on the refrigerator if you think of anything.” My grandfather responded with a grin. “Just hope it’s none of those feminine products.”After taking a hot shower and fixing my hair and make-up, I dressed in bluejeans and a sleeveless blouse. Strolling down towards the barns, I found Cody saddling up two horses. I caught him briefly looking my way as I approached. After that, he deliberately avoided making eye contact.“I want to apologize for what I said and the way I acted last night.” I stated with my arms folded across my chest. “I had no cause to act the way I did.”Cody appeared to be intentionally ignoring me. He didn’t acknowledge my apology or turn around to face me. The awkward moment grew longer and longer.“Did you hear what I said?” I questioned in a raised voice, trying to get some sort of reaction from the handsome cowboy.Cody, still silent, finished saddling the horse then untied the reins from the hitching post.“Get on!” Cody ordered, turning to face me.“Oh! I’ve never ridden before.” I declared. “I couldn’t. I don’t have the time.”“Get on the horse!” Cody reiterated, using a commanding tone. “I’m not telling you again!”Seeing it was useless to argue with the young man, I complied with his command. Cody gave me a brief lesson on how to rein the horse. I listened intently to his instructions, not wanting to anger him further.The two of us rode out along a trail leading towards the mountains. Riding side by side, I expected Cody to say something but he chose to ride in silence. His quietness was beginning to irritate me.“You live on the ranch or in town?” I asked.“You’re grandfather set me up with a travel trailer.” Cody answered. “It’s parked next to the equipment barn. Guess you didn’t see it.”“You like living at the ranch?” I questioned. “Or would you rather live in town?”“That’s a dumb question!” Cody retorted. “Why the hell would I want to live in town when I can live out here.”“Goddamn! What the hell’s his trouble!” I thought. “First he demands I go on this trail ride, then he talks to me like trash.”I kept quiet as we continued riding. My fear of horses seemed to fade as rode along. Cresting a hill, we stopped to look at a large herd of cattle grazing in a lush valley.“Those are Black Angus.” Cody affirmed. “We’ve also got Herfords. Over a thousand head split into twelve herds.”I didn’t know the difference between one cow and another but I wasn’t about to ask, fearing another angry reprisal. I just nodded my head, acknowledging his statements.Riding on, we came upon a canyon entrance. Descending the deep ravine, I could see another herd of cattle grazing on the grass. The sound of running water was clearly distinct as rode into the cavernous acreage. Following behind Cody, we rode towards the noise. We came upon a large pond fed by a magnificent waterfall. It appeared to be several stories tall. The water was crystal clear as it fell and tumbled over the rocky outcroppings. The pond was surrounded by high cliffs on three sides, leaving the canyon side open for access.“We’ll stop here and rest the horses.” Cody stated, stepping down from his horse. “Let them get a drink of water, then we’ll tie them up to the trees so they can stand in the shade.”Loosening the cinches on both horses, we led the horses up to the water’s edge. I was in complete awe at the beautiful surroundings. The sound of the cascading water had a soothing effect except for my butt, which was feeling the effects of the long trail ride.Cody removed a pair of insulated saddlebags from his horse.“I’m assuming your hungry since you weren’t at breakfast this morning.” He muttered. “I asked Juanita to pack us some sandwiches and bottled water. It ain’t caviar and wine but it’ll do.”“Here, spread this out on the ground.” Cody commanded, tossing me a large blanket.Sitting under the cool shade of the trees, we sat quietly eating our lunch. Again, Juanita had outdone herself preparing the delicious sandwiches. We ate everything she’d packed, putting the empty containers back in the saddle-packs. Sitting on the blanket, I couldn’t take my eyes off the waterfall.Cody pulled his boots off then his socks. Standing up, he began unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes were focused on his bare chest instead of his handsome face.“Take off your clothes!” He commanded.“Why? You gonna **** me?” I smarted off.“I doubt if I’d have to **** you.” He countered. “From reading your books, I’d say you’d be a willing victim.”“Hold on there, Cowboy!” I exclaimed, rising to my feet. “My personal sex life is nothing like what I’ve written in my books!”I was very angry with Cody for assuming I was a woman with loose morals. It was quite obvious the young man couldn’t separate fact from fiction. The thought of slapping him hard across the face crossed my mind. “You gonna get outta those clothes or do I have to do that for you too?” He asked. “I’m not going to **** you!” He quickly added. “I just thought we’d go for a swim and enjoy the water. Bet you’ve never been skinny-dippin’!”Unbuttoning my blouse, I tried keeping my eyes off the handsome cowboy as he shucked off his jeans. Standing in his snug fitting black boxers, he watched intently while I got undressed. Cody wasn’t a bit shy about standing before me in his underwear. For me, it was embarrassing taking my clothes off while he stood there and gawked.“Do you have to watch while I get undressed?” I questioned, showing my anger.“Yep. Best part of skinny-dippin’ is watchin’ a beautiful woman get naked.” He replied, grinning.“Well, I hate to bust your bubble Cowboy but I’m not getting naked.” I contradicted, slipping off my jeans. “My underwear is stayin’ on.”Standing before him in just my white bra and panties, I let him take a good long look to satisfy his curiosity. A faint smile appeared on his face as he scanned me from head to toe. It was very evident he liked what he saw. Not being bashful, Cody pushed his boxers down his muscular legs. Seeing his cock for the first time, I had to resist staring at it. Like the rest of his body, Cody’s cock was magnificent, stimulating the long-sleeping desires within me. Turning his back to me, I decided to slip off my bra, knowing it would take forever to dry. I took a good look at Cody’s cute little butt, imagining what it would be like digging my fingernails into it.Easing into the cool water, my nipples hardened immediately, growing erect as the chilling sensation coursed through my body. Cody couldn’t help but notice them.“Nice nips!” He quipped.“Thanks. They’re strictly for looks, not for playin’ with.” I avowed.Swimming out to the waterfall, I felt strangely refreshed. The cool water was making my pulse rise, coursing blood throughout my body. We swam and played in the water for a time before swimming up to the waterfall. The cool water showered over our bodies as we splashed about. Cody grabbed me by the waist, pulling me in close to him. My hard nipples rubbed against his bare chest, sending a strong sensation to my brain that I hadn’t experienced for a long time. Our lips were within inches of each others. Cody took advantage of the situation, kissing me softly. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to resist him or not. I could feel his cock brushing against my leg as we prolonged our first kiss.Stopping to gasp for breath, I felt the urge to push away from him but his hands held me tight. We looked into each other’s eyes knowing the inevitable was going to happen.“Cody, I can’t.” I mumbled, avoiding direct eye contact. “I can’t go any further.”“Is it me or because of that scar on your face?” He questioned.“It’s not you.” I answered. “It’s just me. I don’t have sexual feelings or desires anymore. I’m really sorry.” Cody didn’t stop embracing me. Instead he ran his hands up my back in a gesture to soothe my frustrations.“I could change that if you’d just let me.” He whispered in my ear. “I don’t think you’re telling me the whole truth.”I couldn’t very well tell Cody about my failed marriage. It was something I often thought about but never discussed with anyone.Swimming back to the edge of the pond, we climbed out of the water. My hair was soaking wet as well as the rest of me. My white bikini panties felt like they were about to slide down my legs.“Take off your underwear. I’ll hang them on a tree limb to dry.” Cody stated.Tossing the wet garment to him, my hands made a feeble attempt to cover my pussy. Cody reached into his saddlebags, retrieving a towel. He tossed it to me to dry off.“Looks like you thought of everything.” I commented.Cody didn’t respond to my comment, ignoring me completely. I wrapped the towel around me trying to cover as much as possible. Cody slipped on his boxers, then sat down facing me. “I was married once.” I muttered. “I caught my husband in bed with one of our friends. He said it was because I didn’t spend enough time with him… and I didn’t satisfy him sexually.”“Is that why you feel the way you do or is it because you’re afraid to give love another chance?” Cody questioned.“I don’t believe in love anymore.” I replied. “Too often, people confuse love with lust.”“What about the sexual situations in your books?” Cody asked. “Are they something you just conjure up?”“No. Not really.” I answered. “I write them the way I think sex should happen. Whether it’s just casual sex or making love or if it’s rough or gentle. Whatever fits the particular situation and the participants; that’s the way I describe it.”“What about the kinky stuff?” Cody inquired. “You seem to be able to describe it in great detail. Have you ever been an actual participant?”“Depends on what you consider kinky.” I replied, grinning. “Nothing I’ve ever written, I’d consider kinky.” “If you mean have I ever experienced things I’ve written about.” I added. “Some I have and some I’ve only watched.”Cody’s curiosity seemed to have been satisfied, at least for the time being. I could tell by his demeanor, he was thinking about what I’d said. An hour later, we were riding out of the valley. Back at the ranch, we unsaddled the horses and cooled them down before putting them in their stalls. My grandfather came strolling down to the barn just as we were giving the horses grain and hay.“Looks like you two went ridin’.” He assumed. “But, why’s your hair all mussed up?”“Cody took me out to the waterfall in the canyon.” I replied. “We went skinny-dippin’ while we were there.”“Don’t worry! Nothin’ happened!” I quickly added. “Cody was very much a gentleman.”“Well, at least you didn’t kill each other.” My grandfather quipped. “I should be thankful for that.”At dinner that evening, Cody joined my grandfather escort ödemiş and me. I listened quietly while the two of them discussed cattle and recent thefts they’d been incurring. From what I gathered, the Double J wasn’t the only ranch experiencing cattle thefts. My interest was peaked but I didn’t see a story-line for another book in it.“Whatta you think, Michelle?” J.D. inquired. “You got any ideas on how we can catch these rustlers?”“Well, it’s probably impossible to watch a dozen herds all at the same time.” I replied. “At least not without a lot more ranch-hands. If you’ve got a road map of the area, I’d like to see it.”“What good’s a roadmap gonna do?” Cody asked.“Well, they’ve got to be trucking the cattle out.” I answered, suppressing a grin. “For that, they’ve got to be traveling along the roads. If you watch the roads north of Route 54 that border along the ranch, you’re bound to run into them sometime.”“Geez! That might just work!” My grandfather exclaimed. “It’s worth a shot anyway.”While my grandfather searched his office for a local map, I booted up my laptop computer, logging onto a mapping website. Within minutes, I had a screen image of the only two roads that ran along the ranch property. Cody was looking over one shoulder; J.D. was looking over the other. One road ran east-west, the other north-south. “One of us could sit where the two roads intersect and the other could sit along the east-west road.” Cody suggested. “The north-south road dead-ends at the government property line.”“Sounds like a plan.” I remarked. “I’ll need to pick up a few things in Lincoln before we give it a shot though.”“We! Whatta ya mean we?” My grandfather exclaimed. “You’re not getting involved in this! No way!”“Yes, I am getting involved!” I retorted. “This is my idea… I’m running the show!”“Michelle, these guys aren’t out playing pranks.” Cody warned. “We’re talking cattle rustlin’, downright thievery.”“I know what I’m getting into.” I responded, rising from my chair. “I’m gonna be the one sitting near the intersection. Cody, you’re gonna be sitting somewhere along the east-west road.”“And, just what am I supposed to do?” J.D. questioned. “Sit here on my butt!”“You need to stay where it’s safe.” I answered. “I don’t want you getting all riled up. You know you couldn’t survive another heart attack.”J.D.’s eyes fell to the floor, partially from shame and partially because he knew I was right. My grandfather had suffered two mild heart attacks, one before his retirement, the other less than a year afterwards. His doctors had warned him repeatedly about the condition of his health but he was too stubborn to listen.The following morning, after Cody got the ranch-hands all squared away with their work details, the two of us drove over to Lincoln. I had a mental list of items we’d need to put our plan into place. My grandfather had already left on his business trip to Albuquerque. I noticed he’d packed his golf clubs instead of his briefcase!“Have a… you ever been with another woman? Sexually, I mean.” Cody inquired out of the blue.“What?” I exclaimed, stunned. “What brought that subject up?”“Oh, I was reading one of your books last night.” He replied. “Never Enough. You remember it?”“Remember it!” I answered. “I should. I wrote it.”“Well, have you?” Cody asked again after a short period of silence.“We need to get you a girlfriend.” I commented. “Someone who can satisfy all your curiosities.”“Don’t talk to me like a k**!” Cody warned. “I’ve been with other women. I know what the hell I’m doin’.”“Just how many women have you been with? One? Two?” I asked, grinning.“Five!” Cody bragged. “Five different girls, not the same girl, five times either.”“Well, congratulations!” I jested, almost laughing out loud. “I’m sure there’s five women out there with fond memories of you.”The rest of the trip into Lincoln was made in absolute silence. I was smoking one cigarette after another, which didn’t set well with Cody. My incessant smoking along with the smart answers to his questions had made him angry.After stopping at an electronics store and an army surplus outlet, we were on our way home. Cody suggested stopping in Ruidoso for lunch. I readily agreed since I’d skipped breakfast, opting for coffee and a cigarette instead.It was hard not to chat after we placed our order with the waitress. Avoiding eye contact was even harder. “I never realized J.D. had survived two heart attacks.” Cody commented. “He never mentioned it in any of our conversations.”“My grandfather thought living out here where it was peaceful and quiet was all that the medicine he needed.” I asserted. “He always wanted a cattle ranch so the two kind of went hand-in-hand.”“I think it’s a lot more than what he bargained for.” I added. “I’ve watched him sitting at his desk going through all the paperwork, bills and legal stuff that’s involved.”“This cattle rustling business probably isn’t helping matters either.” Cody remarked. “I hope we find out who it is so we can get the sheriff to do something.”“Lincoln County’s awfully big.” I affirmed. “There’s probably only so much he and his deputies can do.”“She.” Cody countered. “The sheriff’s a woman, not a man. Damn good lookin’ woman too!”“Which number is she?” I quipped. “Number three, four or five?”“Katy’s not on my list of conquests.” Cody replied. “She’s somewhere in her mid-thirties.”“Well, that’s prime time for a woman.” I k**ded. “They always say women reach their sexual peak in their mid-thirties.”“So that means you’re about eight years away then.” Cody surmised, grinning.“No. My sexual peak has long past gone.” I muttered, looking away from him.Arriving back at the ranch, we unloaded our purchases, putting them in the back of my old Camaro. The two-way radios were charged and ready to go. I hoped the night-vision binoculars would work like they were supposed to. We’d also purchased two multi-cell flashlights for our stakeout. We had everything we needed. I just hoped luck would also be with us.That night, a little after midnight, Cody and I took up our positions along the two back roads that bordered the ranch. With the Cowboy sitting far down the county road that ran east and west, I pulled into an abandoned farm, parking among the old, rusted machinery. I had perfect cover with a good view of the intersection less than thirty yards away. The night grew slowly into morning with not one single vehicle traveling either of the two roads. I checked my Smith and Wesson .45 caliber pistol numerous times just to keep myself from falling asleep. Cody didn’t know that I had packed it along with a thermos of coffee and an extra clip. I knew he’d raise hell with me if he knew I even had it.As the sun rose over the mountains to the east, Cody and I called it a night. Returning to the ranch, we made it just in time as Juanita was serving breakfast to the ranch-hands. It was the first time since I’d arrived to sit with the four men and talk. They were all in their mid-thirties to late forties and seasoned veterans of ranching. They regaled me with their stories and tales, swearing they weren’t exaggerating one bit. The second night on stakeout was much like the first. The only vehicle was an old pickup truck passing through the intersection. Viewing the pickup with the night-vision binoculars, I could clearly see it was just a young man and his girlfriend, looking for a place to neck. I grew bored, evidenced by the pile of cigarette butts accumulating on the ground next to my driver’s door. With the sun rising the following morning, my hopes of catching the cattle rustlers was diminishing.“Well, look on the bright side.” Cody remarked over the two-way radio. “At least we didn’t lose any cattle during the night.”“No. You’re right there.” I responded. “I guess this isn’t all for naught.”Our luck changed the third night although I’m not sure if it was for the better. With Cody and I both in position, I heard a car approaching the intersection. It was traveling slowly with its lights turned off but the moonlit night illuminated the white sedan enough for me to clearly see the markings of a county sheriff’s car. “Hey Cody! We got something going.” I spoke into my two-way radio. “It’s a deputy sheriff without his lights on.”“You’re k**din’!” Cody responded. “Can you see who it is?”“No. The inside rear-view mirror’s blocking his face.” I replied.I watched the patrol car cruise through the intersection without stopping and proceed down the road to where Double J cattle were herded together. The car pulled up to the gated entrance, then turned around, driving back towards the intersection. This time the patrol car stopped for several minutes.My hands were perspiring profusely, fearing I’d be spotted. “What’s going on?” Cody asked, speaking into his radio.“The car’s just sitting in the intersection.” I answered. “I can’t make out the driver though. The windows are tinted too dark for me to see through.”Eventually the patrol car moved on, gradually picking up speed. I breathed a sigh of relief as the quietness of the night surrounded me. “Whoever it was drove off.” I related to Cody. “Goddamn! That was awfully suspicious though!”Ten minutes later, if that, an old pickup came speeding up to the intersection from the south. Through my night-vision binoculars, I could see three men in the cab. They were pulling a stock trailer. Like the patrol car, they were driving with their lights off.“Cody! This is it!” I exclaimed, trying to keep my voice low as I spoke into the two-way radio.“Three men in a pickup, pulling a stock trailer!” I added, excitedly. “Call the sheriff and get them on their way!”“Be careful!” Cody warned. “Let’s let the sheriff handle this. Just get the license plate number.”I strapped the holster for my .45 caliber pistol to my right leg. Making sure the safety was switched off, I checked the clip, slapping it firmly into the pistol grip. Watching through the binoculars, I could see the men using bolt cutters to cut the lock on the gate. One man opened the rear door on the stock trailer, preparing to load up the cows. “Michelle! It’ll be at least thirty minutes before the sheriff can get a patrol car here!” Cody stated excitedly over the radio. “They said they don’t have anyone in the area!”“Bullshit!” I replied. “That patrol car couldn’t be more than ten minutes away!”I realized immediately, the patrol car that had passed by me had to have been a spotter or a lookout. An off-duty deputy had to be in on the thefts with the cattle rustlers.I had to risk doing something or chance allowing the thieves to get away.Jumping back into my car, I pulled out onto the north-south road. Stopping well before the intersection, I waited for the men to load up three Double J cows.“Michelle, what’s going on?” Cody asked.“Sit tight but get ready to come my way!” I exclaimed. “They’re just about done loading up!”As the truck came speeding down the road towards the intersection, I pulled my Camaro onto the road, blocking their escape. I turned my bright lights on trying to hinder their flight.“Now Cody!” I screamed into the radio. “Get down here quick!”The driver of the pickup turned on his headlights, flashing them to brights. He wasn’t about to stop as he continued accelerating. “Oh God!” I thought. “They’re gonna ram my car!”Taking careful aim at the grille of the pickup, I fired off three quick shots. The .45 jumped in my hand as I squeezed off each round but it got the result I wanted. The pickup came to a braking screech about ten yards from my car. The men jumped out immediately. Fearing for my life, I squeezed off three more rounds, aiming at the front of the pickup.“U.S. Marshals!” I yelled out. “Don’t make a move or I’ll blow everyone ödemiş escort bayan of you away!”“Don’t push your luck, Boys!” I added, trying to speak calmly. “I ain’t killed nobody today and I got a quota to make!”“Boy, that was a dumb-ass remark!” I thought. “How corny can I get!”Within seconds, Cody came screeching up behind the stock trailer. Jumping out of his truck, he took a quick look at me holding the three men at bay.“Are you crazy!” He shouted. “You wanna get yourself killed!”“Shut up and frisk them.” I ordered. “Make yourself useful.”“You want them frisked, you do it!” Cody retorted. “I’m not touching their sorry-asses!”“I’ll give you some if you do what I ask.” I jested, keeping my eyes focused on the rustlers.Cody didn’t have to be told twice. He checked each of the young men but didn’t find any weapons. I ordered the three rustlers to lay down in the middle of the road with their hands out in plain site.“You recognize any of them?” I asked. “Nope.” Cody answered. “They don’t look familiar but I’m betting they’re from around here though.”We waited and waited till eventually we could hear sirens and see flashing lights approaching the intersection from the south.“Bout time the law got here!” I exclaimed. “I was beginning to think they were never gonna show.”“Probably lucky for these guys they did finally make it.” Cody jested. “You’re probably close to just shootin’ their butts just so you can go home and get some sleep.”“Actually, I’ve gotta pee.” I responded. “I drank a whole thermos of coffee.”The caffeine along with the nicotine from the cigarettes had probably triggered the adrenaline rush I was experiencing. I couldn’t stand still as I kept pacing back and forth, keeping the gun pointed at the three men I’d captured. With three patrol cars showing up on the scene, their flashing lights lit up the night. Steam had quit spewing from the radiator of the pickup but anti-freeze was still pouring onto the ground. With the three men secured with handcuffs, I could finally relax.“Who’s responsible for all this chaos?” The sheriff asked. “Who’s did all the damn shootin’?”“I did.” I confessed, holstering my handgun. “I’m Michelle Green.”“You got a permit for that handgun?” She inquired. “I damn sure hope you do.”“I’ve got a permit to carry a handgun.” I asserted. “And, it’s a registered handgun in my name.”It was almost daylight before the sheriff had finally taken all the information from Cody and me. A wrecker from Ruidoso had towed the pickup and stock trailer off. Two of the deputies helped Cody get the stolen cows back onto Double D property.Katy informed me I’d have to attend a hearing when the three men were indicted. Since a small amount of cocaine was found behind the seat of the pickup, the men were facing more than just cattle theft charges.Cody wasn’t k**ding when he said Katy was good-looking. Although she was quite tall, probably close to six foot, she had a terrific figure. Her long, blond hair and bright blue eyes highlighted her pretty face. She was very businesslike, even though she was stealing glances at me every chance she got. Her uniform fit her like a glove, accenting every curve of her supple body. The top two buttons of her shirt were undone, allowing me a glimpse of her lacy white bra. With her friendly demeanor, I had a hunch we’d be running into each other in the near future. “You and Cody got a thing going?” Katy blatantly inquired. “I hear he’s quite a stud.”“No. He just works for my grandfather, J.D. Kramer.” I replied. “He’s the foreman at the Double J.”“Well, that’s good to know.” Katy responded with a grin.Cody followed me back to the Double D. My adrenaline rush had finally dissipated, leaving me extremely tired. All I wanted was to climb into bed and get some sleep.Juanita insisted on fixing Cody and me something to eat. I think she was just anxious to hear all the details about capturing the cattle rustlers. I omitted as much of the useless information as I could, hoping to keep our conversation brief. Juanita had to ask numerous questions which delayed my grabbing a shower and getting to bed. She inquired about the mysterious patrol car, which triggered my memory that her husband was a deputy sheriff. It got me to wondering if he might be involved. For Juanita’s sake, I hoped he wasn’t!It was around noon when I awoke after a brief period of sleep. I could hear the familiar voice of my grandfather in the kitchen. Pulling a robe around me, I proceeded towards the conversation. It was quite evident Juanita had already filled my grandfather in on what had transpired the previous night and into the early morning. From the stern look on his face, I could tell he was angry. Approaching me, he put his arms around me, giving me a crushing hug.“You ever do something like this again, I’ll spank your butt till you can’t sit down!” He murmured in my ear. “You’re not too old or too big for a sound spanking.”“I promise, Grandpa.” I declared, suppressing a grin. “It won’t happen again.”It was a promise I vowed never to break. I could see the look of great concern and worry on his face. Sitting quietly out on the patio, Juanita brought us a pitcher of lemonade. The two of us looked out over the ranch, admiring the scenery, especially the horses. “How was your golf game up in Albuquerque?” I questioned.“No better than the last time I went up there to play.” J.D. replied. “Even if I cheat, I’m still a lousy golfer.”“Well, it’s more the camaraderie with your friends than the score, isn’t it?” I inquired. “I guess.” My grandfather muttered. “It’s just nice to still be able to play.”I could see a distant look in my grandfather’s eyes. Something was clearly bothering him. His hands were nervously gripping the armrests of his chair.“Grandpa, you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?” I asked, reaching over and putting my hand over his.“Nothing’s bothering me.” He stammered, choking on the words. “I’m your granddaughter.” I asserted. “I know there’s something on your mind. What is it?”“I… I want to ask you a favor… a big favor.” J.D. finally spoke out.“Ok. What is it?” I inquired, rubbing the back of his hand.My grandfather seemed to be gathering his thoughts, working on his presentation. I sat quietly, waiting for him to speak.“I’d like you to take over managing the ranch.” He affirmed. “I know you came out here to get away from your past and work on your books. I don’t want to take up all your time, just some of it.”“Grandpa, I don’t know beans about ranching.” I declared, stunned at his request. “I don’t know anything about cattle or horses.”“You don’t have to know anything about that. At least, not yet.” J.D. responded. “Cody can handle that. I need you to manage the ranch. Pay the bills, make all the decisions and do the accounting.”“You wanna tell me why before I agree to all this?” I inquired. “Are you having problems with your heart again?”My grandfather nodded his head, acknowledging he was. He acted like he was ashamed to admit it. I could see he was scared the inevitable might happen and the ranch would fall into ruin. Even with me managing the operations, it wasn’t a guarantee the ranch would stay profitable. If it faltered under my direction, I’d never be able to live with myself. And, J.D. would kill me! I was highly reluctant to agree but I couldn’t very well say no.“Will you help me till I get comfortable with what I’m doing?” I asked.“Yes, of course.” My grandfather replied. The big smile forming on his face gave me a feeling of relief but I was still apprehensive I could handle the management duties of a twelve-thousand acre ranch.“We’ll get started as soon as you put some clothes on.” J.D. asserted, grinning. “I want you to dress the part. A robe simply won’t do.”After taking a quick shower and putting on dress slacks and a blouse, I joined my grandfather in his office. He motioned for me to sit in his high-back leather office chair. I had to adjust the height till I felt comfortable at his desk. We started with the bills first. I typed the checks on a typewriter, handing them to my grandfather for his signature.“I’ll have my attorney in Lincoln draw up a power of attorney so you can sign everything instead of me.” J.D. stated. After the bills were all paid and ready for mailing, I browsed through the accounting records while my grandfather took a nap. I noticed a few minor errors but nothing to cause great alarm. I jotted down some notes so I could ask my grandfather about them before making any corrections.Cody came up to the house late that afternoon. The ranch-hands were coming in after a long hard day of work. “Where’s your grandfather?” He asked, surprised to see me in the office. “He wanted to see me about buying some spring calves.”“He’s taking a nap.” I replied. “Is it something I can handle?”“Well, maybe.” Cody responded, sitting across the desk from me. “There’s a big sale over in Lincoln this Friday. With beef prices on the rise, I suggested we should buy up as many as possible if we can get them at a good price.” “Fine.” I declared. “It sounds like a good opportunity to make a profit.”“So, what exactly does that mean?” Cody inquired.“It means, yes. We should buy as many calves as possible if the price is good.” I replied. “I’ll rely on you to decide if the price is fair or not.”“You making the decisions now instead of J.D.?” Cody questioned.“Yes. I’m making all the decisions from now on.” I answered. “My grandfather’s having some health problems so he’s asked me to take over for him.”“Is it serious?” Cody asked, sounding very alarmed.“It’s his heart.” I answered. “I don’t think he’s telling me the whole story but I’ll damn sure find out all the details.”“In the meantime, I’ll need your help with matters concerning the livestock.” I added. “I’ll want the straight story, so don’t sugarcoat it.”“Can I have a raise?” Cody k**ded.“Nope!” I exclaimed with a grin. “You’re making enough money but I’ll give you some vacation time if you’d like.”“I don’t need a vacation.” Cody responded. “I do need something else though.”“You’re not really going to hold me to what I said last night, are you?” I questioned, keeping my eyes focused on the computer monitor.“You’re damn right I am.” Cody replied, grinning. “I’m gonna change your attitude when it comes to sex. And, it’s going to be tonight.”“Not tonight!” I exclaimed. “I’ll have a headache by the end of the evening.”“I’ve got aspirins down at my trailer.” Cody countered. “I’ll expect you around 10:00.”“Don’t wait up for me if I don’t show.” I countered back. “I may still be working.”“What about your books?” He asked. “You’re still going to write, aren’t you?”“Oh yeah!” I answered. “I’ll find time to write. I’ve got a contract deadline to meet and I’m not about to miss it!”“Maybe you could write about capturing the cattle rustlers?” Cody suggested. “That’d make a helluva story!”“I’d just as soon forget that.” I responded. “And, don’t bring it up in front of my grandfather either. He was really upset about what I did.”“I should have kicked your butt for pulling a dumb-ass stunt like that!” Cody exclaimed. “What if something would have happened to you?” “Would it have mattered?” I questioned. “What’s it to you anyway?”Cody jumped up from his chair, slamming his western hat down on top of his head.“Yes! It would have mattered!” He shouted. “And, tonight, I’ll show you just how much you mean to me!”I sat back in my chair, looking away from him. I was at a loss for words.Cody stormed out of the office, heading down the hill towards the barns. I watched him till he disappeared inside the nearest barn. “Maybe he really means it.” I thought. “Maybe I shouldn’t have been so abrupt with him.”I spent the rest of the afternoon in the office, taking an occasional break to check on my grandfather. He was resting peacefully, so I didn’t wake him until dinner. Thoughts of life without him passed through my mind. I quickly shut them out, not wanting to dwell on the them.***
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