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Compromised Cowgirl
Book: Compromised Cowgirl Read Online Free
Author: Reece Butler
Tags: Menage Everlasting, Menage a Quatre (m/m/m/f)
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years since he roped any cattle,” said Ace to his partners. “That true?” He speared her accusingly with his eyes.
    “Yessir. Ain’t no longhorns in Virginee.”
    Ace’s eyes were as cold as a Charleston matriarch when faced with the thought of their son marrying an upstart such as herself. Aunt Jessamine had the same look when she dirtied her dress in the garden. Maybe rich people were born knowing how to freeze servants with one look. She preferred to befriend them.
    “I do not appreciate insolence. That attitude will bring punishment.”
    “Yessir.”
    Jessie gritted her teeth so she wouldn’t tell the arrogant Brit to go to the devil. Finan MacDougal, the man who’d ruled her life for the last ten years, knew where to hit so it hurt like hell, but though your arms and legs ached, you could still work hard. A couple times he took a switch to her bottom then ordered her into the saddle. Only once did he take the whip to her. Just thinking about it made her tense up. If Ace raised a hand to her, she would fight back, and to hell with Ranger’s plans.
    “You’ve got three weeks to prove you can work. And that means taking orders without comment. All I want to hear from you, other than succinct answers to questions, is ‘yes, sir’ and ‘no, sir.’ Do you understand?”
    “Yes, sir!” She said the words with a straight face while mentally saluting the pompous lordling. She wouldn’t be surprised if he stuck his hand in his coat between the buttons, just like the pictures she’d seen of Napoleon.
    “Breakfast was a good start, but you’d better know how to work.”
    She wanted to say, ‘I know a hell of a lot more than you, greenhorn,’ or ‘let’s just see how sore your butt is when the sun goes down, buster.’ Instead she packed up the things she’d used, leaving the pan upside down on the banked fire beside the coffeepot.
    “Which is my horse?”
    “You get what’s left,” said Ace.
    She'd checked the Double D’s remuda out after she returned Ranger’s horse the night before. She figured Sin would have the tall bay gelding with the intelligent eyes, Ace the high-stepper eager to run and Henry the calm mare. She’d end up with the off-white, hip-shot piece of crowbait who didn’t look like it would wake up for its own funeral.
    Twelve hours later Jessie stood on wobbly legs in the Double Diamond barn. They’d cut out the steers and moved them to the far east end. They’d fatten up until the weather started getting bad then they’d go to Bannack City for slaughter. The rest of the herd would be divided between the Bitterroot and the Double Diamond starting in the morning.
    She lifted aching arms and hauled her saddle off. She rested it on her left hip, staggering a bit under the weight, then heaved it on the pole to dry. The horse she’d named “Trouble” turned out to be a good cutting horse, once she proved who was boss. It reached behind and pulled the blanket off its back with its teeth, dropping it on the straw-dusted floor.
    “Dang it, Trouble, you’re just like Ranger. Have to get the last word.”
    The horse nodded as if pleased with himself. Jessie slowly bent her sore back and picked the blanket up. She brushed off all the bits which might scratch his hide when she put it back on in the morning. She flipped it upside down on top of the saddle, then cleaned and hung up her tack.
    Finally, she held the brush with cramped fingers and stroked Trouble from his ears on back. He watched her from the corners of his eyes, eager to grab her hat again. She saw him move and brought up her arm to block him. He nipped her above the elbow. She smacked his shoulder with her hat, more for show than anything.
    “I told you I was the boss, so smarten up!”
    He lifted his tail and deposited his answer.
    Grumbling, she moved him forward so he wouldn’t step in it and finished brushing him. It had been a while since he’d been cared for. When she was done, the floor was speckled with white

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