Sam wondered what he meant by less interesting, but figured she’d find out over time. ”Boring can be good at times.” The only thing she could think to add to the matter before they moved on to the next topic, one she enjoyed despite her new assets so to speak. ”Smart gal, I’d like to meet her sometime.” it wasn’t every day you meet a chick with brains and beauty and Sam was pretty sure this gal had both. Though at the idea of doing jousting renaissance style she had to snort. ”So long as she just kept it to horses and not any of the dungeon torture stuff sounds like it might be fun.” She was more for pigeon shooting, though since the change she’d grown use to dog antagonizing too. Though her last encounter had ended with the lovely lead in her ass, it stung like a branding iron she’d used on cows, and continues to itch under the skin from time to time. Thankfully she wasn’t wolf so the thing didn’t kill or wound seriously but then it wasn’t pure lead either she gathered.
”Didn’t think about that, was more a cotton farm gal myself, we only had a few dairy cows, though the ranch next door had over a hundred head of cattle. Helped do a roundup one year, my arse hadn’t ever been that sore…” Till she’d gotten shot of course. ”If we got nothing to race home what says we get home at all?” It was a curious question, one of amusement and nothing more. Though she lifted her hand for another bottle as she checked the clock on the wall. She’d need to get some sleep then maybe slip off in the afternoon to check on the shop and truck, and then hit the trails to find a place to hide out till the night was over. ”So when ya think they’ll get to check on the truck?” She hated to bring it back up, but it was a concern she had and it wasn’t gonna go away anytime soon. Unless she found something worth distracting and at the moment she just wasn’t drunk enough to let handsome over yonder do it…yet.
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