The Rancher’s Daughter.
Everyone on the farm had left for the week to attend the state rodeo. Everyone, that is, except the rancher’s daughter, and one poor ranch hand. He broke his arm practicing, and had to miss the action.
As the rancher’s daughter stood sipping her coffee, looking through the large windows of the house at the young ranch hand, going about his chores the best he could, she began to feel sorry for him. He practiced so hard, for so long, and now he had to stay behind and do chores. Slowly an idea began to take shape in her mind. A very naughty idea. Her lips parted as her breathing became heavier. A small smile curved the edges of her mouth as her thoughts became even more wanton. They were, after all, alone on the small ranch. She was bored, and he needed some cheering up.
Finally she put down her coffee, grabbing her boots and a hat. With one last, eager look through the window towards the ranch hand, she walked out the door, looking for some rope.