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His hands pressed against his hips and even at rest, thick tanned muscles flexed out. He took another step and the light from an open window ran along his sweat. For an instant his muscles literally glowed adding to his already powerful presence.

Damn. Bet the women are all over him.

I wouldn’t mind him all over me.

There’s muscled men and then there are the ones where muscles fight for space. Big wide tanned biceps pushed against his chest and then popped out. It was almost like his body didn’t have enough room for his muscles. Shadows and dark grooves went along each group further defining what nature and farm work gave him.

Damn. Bet that’s a man who can pick up a bale of hay and throw it far.

A knot of heat grew from below and I shifted my stance.

His smiled wavered before resuming.

Crap. He can smell my arousal.

I shook away the thought.
Nothing to do about it now.
His thick hand pushed his brown cowboy hat back. Short brown hair was clipped close to his sides, but he had more hair at the top. Either the hat or genetics curled his hair. Wasn’t sure, but it looked good on him. Along his sharp jaw line ran dark bristly stubble.

George spoke up. I could hear the smile in his voice as he nodded to the hunk of a man before me. “Kyle, this here pretty lady’s our new vet and ranch hand. She’s here for the summer. See if we can’t cut some of our losses.”

Those deep green eyes stared back, and I swore I caught a hint of yellow gold flash for a second. When he spoke, his voice had an accent thicker than most Texans. “Heard you know your stuff.”

I smiled and stood straight. “A bit.”

He licked his lips slow.

Oh, baby!

“Okay. What kind of slop would you give a foal?”

I smiled. “You wouldn’t. Slop’s for
pigs
. Hence the term, ‘slop the hogs’. As for the foal, it depends on the breed. Usually just let the mom feed it.” I stared back. “If you have to feed it something, alfalfa or chaff. If it’s underweight then vitamin supplements.”

George chuckled to himself. “Well, I’ll be.”

Off to the side I saw Becky frown and narrow her eyes.

Kyle nodded. “Not bad. You know your stuff.” He held out his hand and squeezed. It wasn’t a hard grip, but I sensed his strength through his warm hand. Gooseflesh ran across my forearm and electric tingles fanned out where he touched.

I gulp. I wasn’t what some folks in town called a dogcatcher but there was something about him. I stared and tried to ignore the subtle scent of honey and apple.

He tilted his hat. “You know your stuff. Let’s see how physical work treats you.”

I got the feeling he wasn’t trying to be a jerk, but I was ‘only human.’ Compared against a were we just couldn’t compete.

“Bring it,” I said with a smile.

***

I was right about George. He had the ranch for decades and was one of the lucky ones with large amounts of grazing land for his cattle. In the city, the land would be worth billions, but out here in the countryside it was merely millions. Due to property taxes, he had to produce if he wanted to keep it. Hence the cattle farming.

He had offers from investors but I got the feeling he wouldn’t sell it any price. We Texans love open wide spaces and weres especially so.

Kyle tested me a few more times just to see if I can handle myself. I understood why. Out on the farm it might as well be the Old West. You had to be sure you could count on someone. Doubt I’d get into a shoot-out but I was on a farm. Couldn’t blame him for just making sure – especially since I was human.

Mostly, it was like work I’ve done on other farms except I never saw this much cock and I’m not talking about the kind that crow. Although both types can wake you up in the morning.

Hollywood got several things right about weres, like silver, but some things wrong. Too many bad movies showed weres in full clothing just before the change. After turning into a wolf, the scene cuts back to them in a three piece suit.
Real life
werewolves are different.

They can’t take the clothing with them unless they hold it in their mouths. So they undress and shift. Once they shift back, they’re naked just like any other man.

Well, not exactly.

I thought Kyle was thick and muscular before, but that was nothing compared to seeing his other, err… muscle. I wasn’t trying to look, but it was there so why not? Kind of like trying not to look at the sun.

There were so many ways to describe his cock, but the word that came to mind was beautiful… if not perfect. Thick like a piece of deli sausage with bulged out veins. Even semi-erect it just hung there longer than most human men’s erections.

He spent time outdoors so his dick was nice and tanned. Slightly red with just a hint of brown against his tanned hard thighs.

Probably darker when he gets hard.
His natural heat and Texas humidity reflected the light off his cock and gave him a sense of power other men didn’t have.

I bit my lip. Their women obviously didn’t have any issues, but I wondered if a human could take it.

Mmmmm maybe I am a dogcatcher.

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Leslie Hunter is a typical country girl living on a island in the middle of the Pacific. She's a part-time travel agent who sends people into their fantasy both in real-life and in her books.

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