How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 7: The Boss of Who?

Hello dear readers 🙂 Hope you’re enjoying reading along with this series. We’ve just reached chapter two in the tale of Tamsan and Anna.

Chapter Two

The next day started at the crack of dawn. When Anna opened her eyes Tamsan was already up making coffee in her little kitchenette wearing nothing but an unbuttoned shirt and tight white panties. The morning light was hitting her face, making her loose shaggy hair glow like a mane.

“Hey,” Anna said, her voice cracking and groggy. A few drinks and a late night were not the ingredients one needed for waking up in good order.

“Hey,” Tamsan said, turning to face her. “Coffee?”


Tamsan came to sit on the bed, her long thigh alluringly bare as she passed Anna a cup. “You sleep like the dead.”

“Not usually,” Anna said. “Usually I’m up half the night.”

Tamsan winked and chuckled. “You were up half the night.”

“True,” Anna agreed, setting her coffee aside and instead reaching for Tamsan’s leg to trace her fingers across the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Tamsan’s fingers closed over hers. “Save that for later,” she said. “It’s a work day.”

Sliding her hand away, Anna yawned and stretched. She didn’t want to get out of bed. Bed was comfortable, especially where Tamsan’s warmth remained. “You’re right. I have to get back,” she sighed. “Make sure the hands haven’t mutinied.”

“I wanted to talk to you about that. I think you need help.”

“I think I might be beyond help,” Anna grinned lopsidedly.

“I’m being serious.” Tamsan’s brows drew down into a straight line. “You need someone to help you run things. Sun Ranch has seen better days. It’s falling apart.”

The words stung. Anna tried not to take them personally, but it was pretty hard not to. Sun Ranch wasn’t falling apart. Maybe it had seen better days as Tamsan said, but it had only been a few months since Anna had been running the place. It couldn’t have deteriorated that fast.

“I have a foreman,” she said. “The same one my father had. He takes care of the day to day.”

“He’s not doing a very good job of it, as far as I can tell. Shouldn’t be the ranch owner’s job to go out and get her cattle in by herself whilst her hands eat their dinner and ignore the stock.”

“No, it shouldn’t,” Anna agreed.

“And the owner shouldn’t be too scared of her hands to tell them to do their jobs.”

“I’m not scared of them!”

“Word is you barely speak to them. Word is Rex has been running the ranch more or less by himself.”

“Oh is that what word is? Well maybe you should tell word that word doesn’t know what word is talking about.” Anna pushed back the covers, then remembered she was naked. Hard to be indignant without any clothes on, especially when under the appreciative gaze of a lover.

“I’m not trying to insult you,” Tamsan said more gently. “I’m just trying to offer you a little help, you seem to need it.”

“What sort of help are we talking about? You want to work for me?”

“I want to give you some pointers. The Cluskys owe me a little time off.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“Sure,” Tamsan shrugged. “You’re cute and you need the help. Can’t leave my damsel to her distress now, can I?”

Anna blushed and smiled. “That’s really nice of you.”

“Remember how nice I am when I’m telling you how things need to be done,” Tamsan winked.

“Well I mean, it’s my ranch,” Anna pointed out. “So that means I’m the boss.”

“Sweetheart, you’re never going to be the boss when it comes to us,” Tamsan said wryly. “Do you want toast?”

Anna agreed to toast, but not to Tamsan being the boss. Maybe Tamsan was the top in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean she was the top everywhere else.