How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 19: Appealing To A Deity

“Well…” Anna was about to launch into a tirade of her own, but Tamsan cut her off.

“Get on the horse before you get in trouble, cowgirl.”

Following her better judgment, Anna mounted up again. What followed was a bunch of riding, a bunch more looking at cows and an ache in her butt that left her very ill-tempered and slow to respond to Tamsan’s increasingly curt instructions. They were getting on one another’s nerves and Anna was really quite surprised when Tamsan asked her back to her place at the end of the day.

“You want me to come over?”

“Mhm,” Tamsan sat erect in the saddle, looking down at Anna with an enigmatic expression. “I think you and I better spend some time together tonight.”

“If you say so.” Anna shrugged and sloped off to get a shower. It wasn’t the most gracious way to accept an invitation, but she was tired and grumpy and all out of polite. Continue reading

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 18: City Brat

“Wake up,” Tamsan nudged Anna out of sleep. It was a tactical error, for if there was one thing Anna liked less than getting up in the morning, it was being woken before sunrise.


“We need to get to work.”

“You need to get to work. I need to get at least three hours more sleep.” Anna pulled the covers over her head. Tamsan pulled them back down.

“You need to get up,” she insisted. “The cattle need to be…”

“You deal with it,” Anna said, tugging the blankets back up again.

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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 17: A Hot Shower

Under the flow of the water, Anna let her fingers drift between her thighs as she leaned back against the shower wall. The detachable shower head was in her other hand, directed towards the sensitive mound, beating with hot wet intensity over her mons. Her fingers did the rest, sliding inside her body where a different kind of moisture was brimming. She did not waste time teasing herself as Tamsan would. She pleasured herself with abandon, thrusting her fingers inside her body as the water drummed on her clit. Orgasm followed quickly, leaving her wet and sleepy. She fixed that by drying herself off and taking a nap.

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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 16: A Few Lessons

“Hey.” Tamsan interrupted Anna’s circuit of anger. “I reckon it’s time to get out of the office,” she announced. “Leave the monies for another time. We’re going to work on that gelding of yours.”


“He needs a few lessons in manners. Way he rides it’s only a matter of time before he bucks you off, and personally, I don’t want to see that cute butt of yours in the dirt.”

“You’re welcome to try,” Anna said, scratching her chin. “I don’t think he’ll work for anyone besides my dad. He was always dad’s favorite. And I guess dad was his. The ranch hands won’t ride him.”
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 15: Cheerful Bulldozer

The alrightness of things was debatable. The next day Anna sat with a cup of strong coffee and a pounding headache and went over the last half-decades worth of numbers. They weren’t good. Or rather, they were okay, but there was something hinky about them.


Tamsan poked her head around the door. “Need help?”

“Do these numbers look even remotely right to you?” Anna pushed the ledger across the table and leaned back in her father’s creaky old chair. Continue reading

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 14: A Little Too Much

Somewhere in the midst of the conversation, Anna found herself being coaxed into Tamsan’s truck. She was too far gone to operate the seat belt so Tamsan did it for her. It was nice, Tamsan’s capable, able hands moving over her body with a touch that wasn’t exactly erotic in intent, but which Anna managed to interpret that way regardless.

“You’re so fucking hot,” she slurred as Tamsan leaned over her.

“Glad you think so,” Tamsan said, clicking the seat belt into place. “Let’s get you home.”

“The stars are so pretty,” Anna said whimsically as they drove. “They were never pretty back in the city. They were just little twinkly winklies all far away. Here they’re close. Here I can eat the moon.” Continue reading

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 13: Hello Sunshine

Much later that evening Anna sat by herself at a table in the corner of the saloon, drinking what a Britisher would have called her third pint. She was drunk, but not quite drunk enough to wash away the cares of the day. The fight with Tamsan, the firing of a hand, the dismissal of the longest serving employee of Sun Ranch. If she was going to run the place into the ground, at least she’d do it quickly.

“Hello, Sunshine.”

Anna looked up to see a most unlikely lady standing next to her. Tamsan. Great. Now they were going to have a fight too. It was the right sort of night for it, at least.

“What do you want?”

“Just saying hello.” Tamsan smiled her pretty smile and sat down without being asked. “You seem out of sorts.” Continue reading

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 12: Enough Is Enough

“Now hold on,” Rex said, finally finding his voice. “Tom there’s a good hand, and we’re short handed as it is…”

“Then maybe you should have kept him under control,” Anna said. “I won’t tolerate cussing and I won’t tolerate shots and you ought to know that.”

Rex looked stunned. All the hands did. There was a silence during which Anna felt very much at a disadvantage.

“Apologize to the lady,” Rex finally said. “And we’ll get on with the drenching.”

“No,” Anna insisted. “It’s too late for apologies. Take your bad attitude and get off my property. Now.”
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 11: Taking Care Of Business

She might have been trying to help, but in that moment all Tamsan represented was pressure. Pressure to face very unpleasant facts and to do work Anna had no desire to do at all. An urgent rebellion began to rise in Anna’s breast, an uncomfortable tight feeling accompanied by a deep core irritation. Just who the heck did Tamsan think she was? She couldn’t just walk in and take control of her… or the ranch for that matter.

“Listen,” Anna said, trying to be diplomatic, but sounding squeaky and annoyed instead. “It’s not that I don’t appreciate your help, but we just met and…”

“And you don’t want to dig out your budget and bank statements for a stranger you spent the last day and a half fucking.” Tamsan said it better and more bluntly than Anna ever would have.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 10: Somewhere, Someday, Somehow

“Stop worrying,” Tamsan said, reaching out to stroke her hair gently. “Let me take care of it. That’s why I’m here, remember, to help?”

Anna looked up at Tamsan, biting her lower lip. It was tempting to let Tamsan have control. Too tempting, perhaps.

“Rex is probably out by the round pen,” Anna said. “He’s been working with his younger horses a lot lately.”

“He should be doing that on his own time,” Tamsan said, striding off to confront the foreman. Anna followed, the sinking feeling turning into a plummeting sensation. Tamsan was a hell of a woman, but she didn’t know if Tamsan was a match for Rex. Rex had been all height and brawn, mustache and temper for as long as she’d known him.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 9: Treachery

Something about Tamsan’s tone made Anna bridle. Maybe it was just the assumption that she would submit, roll over and play dutiful bottom. Sex was sex. You didn’t have to complicate it with roles and control.

“Maybe you’d be better off finding someone a little more…” Anna searched for a word… “submissive.”

“I don’t need my women submissive, just willing.”

“Your women? You have a harem of them? Maybe binders full of them?”

Tamsan snorted. “Not my style. I’m a one woman sort of lady.” She lowered her head and kissed Anna very thoroughly. “And you’re my sort of girl.”

Anna forgot her misgivings under Tamsan’s lips. Whilst being kissed, it was difficult to think of anything besides Tamsan. It was impossible to feel anything other than Tamsan’s warmth, the physical and the emotional. Being with her was like being wrapped in a blanket that protected her from anything negative. The troubles with the ranch seemed like a distant dream as Tamsan kissed along her neck and began gently nibbling at the place where neck met shoulder.

“Oh my…” Anna sighed. “That feels so good.”

“Being mine will feel good,” Tamsan said, speaking with that possessive tone that simultaneously excited and frightened Anna.

“But we don’t know each other that well,” she said. “You don’t know me… you might… you might find you don’t like me after we spend more time together.”

“Oh really?” Tamsan cocked her head to the side. “What’s your worst trait?”

Anna laughed. “Is this an interview? Uh… My worst trait is that sometimes I work too hard.”

“I don’t think so,” Tamsan said, tapping her lightly on the nose. “I think your worst trait might be your fear of conflict.”

“I’m not afraid of conflict.”

“I think you are. Why else would you be leaving the ranch to go to pot?”

“Ugh,” Anna rolled her eyes. “Again with the ranch.”

“It’s not going to go away.”

“Nor are your reminders of it, obviously.” Anna scowled up at Tamsan. “You’re wrong about one thing, by the way. I’m not afraid of conflict.”

“Good,” Tamsan shifted to allow her to get up. “Then put your boots on and let’s go.”


Horny and frustrated, Anna lead Tamsan to the ranch house where had grown up. Looking at it with fresh eyes, Anna could admit that it had seen better days. The relentless sun had cracked the paint and caused it to flake away in many places. It had once been pristine white, the porch laden with all manner of potted greenery. There were now just two pots still hanging from the porch roof, but neither of them contained any living matter aside from spiders, or maybe wasps. Anna hadn’t bothered to investigate. It was a large house, it had been large even when she was small and they were a family. Now it seemed cavernous, filled with the memories and décor of the past.

“Coffee?” Anna asked the question hopefully. Maybe they could adjourn indoors and do something… pleasant.

“We’ll have coffee when we’ve dealt with one or two things,” Tamsan said firmly, refusing to go up on the porch after her. “We need to talk to Rex, he’s your foreman, correct?”

“What are we telling him?

“You tell him you’re taking on an adviser.”

“What if he says no?”

Tamsan cocked her head to the side. “You own Sun Ranch. It’s not up to Rex who you employ. If he doesn’t like it, fire him.”

“Fire him? I can’t fire him. He’s been running the ranch since… since I was a kid.”

“Yeah, and now he’s taking advantage of that. He’s letting the hands talk about you without respect. He’s taking short cuts on the cattle care – and maybe worse.”

“Maybe worse? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know anything else and I’m not going to say I do until I’m sure, but there’s rumors.”

“Rumors of what?”

“Rumors that Sun Ranch might not be around much longer. Rumors that there might not be a Sun Ranch before this is all said and done.”

“What?” Anna scowled in her direction. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Tamsan looked her square in the eyes and gave it to her straight. “I guess people think that one way or another, Sun Ranch might not last much longer. Either they figure you’ll run it into the ground, or someone has a plan to make that happen.”

Anna felt a horrible sinking feeling in her stomach. If what Tamsan said was right, then she wasn’t just up against the usual difficulties of running a ranch, the ones that had sent her father to an early grave as a result of stress and high cholesterol. She could be dealing with more than insubordination, maybe betrayal, maybe even conspiracy.

“Well,” she said. “Fuck.”

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 8: The Boss of You

“Is it hard to sulk and eat at the same time?” Tamsan asked the question as Anna ate her toast with what must have been a less than pleased expression.

“I’m not sulking,” Anna said diplomatically. “I’m grateful for your help.”

“Uh huh,” Tamsan gave her one of those sexy dimpled grins. “You can’t see your face. You’re cute when you pout, by the way.”

“I’m not pouting,” Anna said, chewing on some crust. “I’m… thinking.”
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