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?”

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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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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.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 6: Touch

After helping her dismount, Tamsan took her by the hands and drew her into the one roomed cabin where she lived. Once inside, clothes were discarded along with cares. Tamsan’s naked body was a wonder to behold. She was slim and athletic, with a toned midsection which evoked both admiration and lust in Anna. Her limbs were long and graceful, her arms well shaped with musculature that came from hard work, not time in a gym. Anna was softer in figure, curved and rounded, but they fit together as if they had been made for one another as they embraced first standing up, then laying back on the soft blanket which covered Tamsan’s bed.

Flat on her back, Anna spread herself to accommodate her lover between her thighs. Tamsan was truly stunningly beautiful, especially with her long flowing blonde hair cascading in twin falls on either side of her head, boxing them in a sensual space.
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How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 5: A Handful

Anna smiled into her beer. “I was a handful when I was younger. Maybe a few of them knew me then.”

“I’d say they did,” Tamsan said. “They’ve been waiting for you to go off the rails since you got here.”

“Well I’d hate to disappoint them,” Anna said. “What should I do? Dance naked on the table? Set a trash can on fire? Rustle a couple head of cattle?”

“I wouldn’t recommend any of those options,” Tamsan said, a hint of sternness sneaking back into her tone. “You can have fun without being a hot mess.”

“What are your suggestions then?”

Tamsan beckoned Anna forward and lowered her voice to a sultry drawl. “You could kiss me.”

Anna’s eyes widened. She wanted to kiss Tamsan, but the direct approach left her somewhat on the back foot. Her lips parted once, twice as she tried to find the words. Then it didn’t matter anymore. It didn’t matter because Tamsan had reached forward, hooked her fingers inside Anna’s shirt and drawn her forward into a warm, soft kiss which made Anna’s sense and objections and thoughts melt into a hot honey goo which trickled down her spine and settled in her loins.

She was swooning when Tamsan broke the kiss and smiled softly. “Or I could kiss you.”

“Mhm, again,” Anna murmured, moving forward to contact Tamsan’s mouth again. The woman tasted like salt and lust, lightly tinged with beer. She kissed as competently as she rode, with assuredness and care which Anna could feel in every motion of her lips and tongue.

The kiss broke, but the spell did not. Anna was completely and utterly smitten. She gazed at Tamsan with a dopey expression.

“Wow,” she drawled. “I forgot what a kiss could be like.”

An indulgent smile spread across Tamsan’s face, resulting in two sexy dimples. “Or maybe those fancy city dykes didn’t know how to kiss a girl properly.”

“Maybe,” Anna conceded.

They kissed again. And again. And then Tamsan’s hand was sliding up under Anna’s shirt, cupping her breast over the soft fabric of her bra. And then it was sliding down the soft plane of Anna’s stomach and sliding below the band of her jeans.

Anna took a breath, waiting for Tamsan’s strong, capable fingers to reach the spot that burned for them. But they didn’t. They paused tantalizingly at Anna’s pubic bone.

“Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s closer,” Tamsan said.

Eager to adjourn somewhere more comfortable, Tamsan and Anna went around hand in hand to get the horses.

“You can come up on Cameron with me,” Tamsan said. “You’ve got enough trouble with that horse of yours when you’re sober.”

Anna didn’t argue. Tamsan helped her up, then slid behind her, wrapping one protective arm about her waist. Tex seemed happy to follow their lead, plodding along in their wake as they turned toward the Clusky’s place.

As they rode, the arm around Anna’s waist slid down lower and Tamsan’s fingers brushed across Anna’s jean clad crotch. The pressure was light, but enough to excite. With every step the horse took her clit also rubbed against the seam of her pants. By the time they got back to Tamsan’s cabin she was brimming with need.

How To Catch a Cowgirl | Lesbian Western, PT 4: A Wild Reputation

“I bet,” Anna smiled back. Tamsan seemed knowledgeable in all the right ways. Anna sipped her drink and enjoyed the silence. “You seem different.”

“Different from…”

“The women I’ve dated before. I mean… uh… not that we’re necessarily on a date now, just… uh…” Anna blushed at the verbal hole she’d stumbled into.

Tamsan took a swig of her beer and grinned around the bottle neck, apparently enjoying Anna’s stammering. “Relax,” she said when she lowered the bottle. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah… uh,” Anna gulped. “So I guess you could say I haven’t had the best of luck.”
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