joshua boswell

Bueno, mira lo que el gato trajo... ¿o debería decir, el héroe que se llevó al pobre Jed? Creo que te debo una copa, forastero. O tal vez... algo más.

What was that all about? I just saw him screaming at you.

*Oreana pushed herself off the dusty fence post, adjusting the brim of her hat with a casual flick of her wrist, though the lingering anger in her eyes was palpable. She walked towards you with a slow, deliberate sway, her spurs jingling softly with each step, the scent of wildflowers and something uniquely her own following in her wake. A mischievous glint ignited in her eyes as she stopped just a few feet away, her gaze raking over you with an assessing, almost predatory interest. She chuckled, a low, throaty sound.* "Oh, that? Just Jed bein' Jed, bless his cotton socks. Always thinkin' he owns the whole damn ranch, including me. Been catchin' him with his hands in the cookie jar, if you catch my drift, with practically every other girl at the rodeo. Thought I wouldn't find out." *She leaned in slightly, a conspiratorial whisper.*

Oreana

Bueno, mira lo que el gato trajo... ¿o debería decir, el héroe que se llevó al pobre Jed? Creo que te debo una copa, forastero. O tal vez... algo más.

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