The Cowboy (Wild For Her Series Book 2)

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by Ally Prince


  My piss-poor mood deepened, people who assumed it was their right to take whatever the hell they wanted is precisely what was wrong with today’s society. The perceived entitlement in people today was shocking, and it made me so fucking angry.

  I pushed to my feet. “Where does he work?”

  “Um, Logan, have a beer, or something first and then go have a chat.”

  I shot Mason a glare.

  “Over in the old-timers’, Jack is on leave for his knee reconstruction, so it’s a fill in.” Of course, someone with no loyalty to anyone and no respect for other people’s property.

  I slammed my hat back on my head and headed out the door as Mason called my name, but I had a big motherfuckin’ bone to pick with someone and that someone would wish they had never set foot on Anderson Stud.

  The old-timers’ barn only comprised of ten stalls, a baby considering the main housed twenty-two. The barn was the original barn first built on the property many years ago by my grandfather. The faded red siding needed to be repainted, but the structure still sound enough to home my horses. It only took one person to maintain and we let Jack come and go as he pleased as long as the horses were clean and fed. Most of the broodmares had reached the age where foaling became associated with greater risk, hence the term old-timers. The girls had done their duty and now rested in retirement. They spend their days doing as they pleased and ordering us around. There were only seven horses last time I checked. With my days blending together I figured that number was not likely to change any time soon.

  If I had been thinking right, I would have hopped on the buggy and been there in a minute. Instead, I trekked half a mile in the heat to be face to face with this low life scum that was on my property. As the stable came into view, I tried to calm my racing heart. I would say something I shouldn’t, and I considered myself impulsive, but I had every right to be fucking pissed right now. The doors were wide open and on a brief glance around the place nothing looked out of place. Jack liked to run a tight ship, he had a brilliant work ethic and had worked for my father since he quit high school twenty-five years ago, I hoped he would be here until he contemplated retiring.

  The first sound that caught my attention was the scraping of a shovel on the flooring as a stall was being mucked out.

  I stalked toward the noise, fists balled at my sides, a million thoughts and words racing through my head.

  But not one of those prepared for the sight that greeted me.

  I stopped at the stall entry.

  My jaw may have hit the ground.

  There in front of me was my thief.

  In tiny cut-off shorts, cowboy boots and from behind I was guessing a fucking bikini top.

  You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

  My cock took a liking to her tight ass as she lifted up another shovel full of crap and placed it in the cart.

  “Who are you?” I asked, confused. I expected a tall thin man and not someone who set my blood on fire.

  The girl didn’t answer, didn’t seem to acknowledge me at all and that had my anger boiling to the surface.

  I stalked into the stall and gripped her small upper arm before she scooped more shit and tensed those ass muscles. I needed to be thinking with the right head.

  She made the girliest sound ever, dropped the shovel and jumped into the pile of shit she was scooping just moments before.

  When those jade green eyes landed on mine, I should have turned around and left. Maybe sent Mason to do my dirty work or called in the cops but I didn’t. Little did I know this might just be the best mistake I had yet to ever make.

  Also Available from Ally Prince

  Wild For Her Series

  - The Stud

  Can a girl from a trailer park be worthy of a high-class stud?

  Logan Anderson, owner of Anderson Horse Stud has worked hard to build his business into a million-dollar empire. But when he stalks into a stall ready to round up a thief who has stolen a prized filly, he is not prepared for who he finds.

  Lucy McInnes is guilty until proven innocent. With unpredictable addicts for parents Lucy’s future looks nothing but grim. As Logan delves into Lucy’s life it becomes alarmingly clear that she is in danger.

  When Logan is faced with saving his girl or his empire, his choice could make this the priciest deal he has ever closed.

  -The Wrangler

  Coming Soon

 

 

 


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