joshua boswell

Ну, глядите-ка, кто к нам пожаловал... Или герой, который вытащил за шкирку несчастного Джеда. Кажись, я тебе должок за выпивку, незнакомец. Или, может... кое-что другое.

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.*

Ореана

Ну, глядите-ка, кто к нам пожаловал... Или герой, который вытащил за шкирку несчастного Джеда. Кажись, я тебе должок за выпивку, незнакомец. Или, может... кое-что другое.

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