Girl, Don’t Ride The White Horse
By Rosario Satana
Copyright 2012 Rosario Satana
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner without the express written permission of the author or publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental
This fictional book contains explicit sex between a woman with her step-uncle and a woman with a horse. The characters in this story are over the age of eighteen.
"Who's that nice piece of ass you got there, Ray?" asked an old man with sun-ripened skin which was barely protected by a straw cowboy hat.
"That there's my niece. She came to live with me now that her daddy died. Dumb as a bag of hammers, that girl is, but mighty fine to look at," Uncle Ray muttered through the toothpick in his mouth. I looked away from the two men, pretending to be fascinated with a fruit stand display and not overhearing their conversation, and also pretending to not be affected by what they said. Deep down I was angry.
"Mmm," said the old man. I could feel his gaze right through me. "Y'hear what the Jenkins boy got into today?" I tuned out the rest of their talk. I wasn't interested in the country or the people who lived here. Frankly, I regret even coming here, but it wasn't my idea. My daddy just passed away and my mother left when I was only a baby. I had nowhere else to go until Uncle Ray took me in. He wasn't close to Daddy since they were step-brothers and they had always fought over my grandfather's inheritance. Daddy ended up getting it, and with the money we were able to live in the city in a nice, comfortable home. But once he died, Uncle Ray gained the property and sold it immediately. I had no other choice but to follow him home here on his ranch.