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fireboots4all · 2 months

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A Final and Fiery Vacation:

A Fictional Extreme Fantasy Story by Fireboots

Ah the warm, smoggy air of Mexico City in December. It is cooler than I thought, low 20s, pleasant but not hot. I’ve packed very lightly for this final vacation as I plan on spending it nude and finish it in a blaze of glory. I’m heading for a rendezvous in a forested area even higher than Mexico City. As planned my driver Anna-Maria was waiting for me.

She is a striking woman, with a full firm Latino body that I love but with crystal blue eyes slicing out from her tanned face. She is wearing an oversized black sweat shirt belted around her waist with fanny-pack purse and very little else. The shirt has a print of a nude woman reaching up surrounded by flames on the front, and a rear view of the same woman in flames on the back. The woman in the flames looks very much like Anna-Maria herself.

“Well hello Mr. Boots, we finally meet in the flesh, so much better than on-line web chats even with a web cam. You look like you lost a lot of weight and firmed up in the last year.”

“Oh yes Anna-Maria, I want to put on a good show for my final performance.” I replied.

“I see you haven’t packed much, perfect you won’t need a lot. This is a one way trip for you. We are in that Land Rover over there. The road to the camp isn’t much of a road but that old beast makes short work of it.”

I throw my small travel pack into the Land Rover. I notice that there are several jugs of fuel in the rack on top.

“I hope you aren’t planning to use that on me! I want a wood pyre.” I ask.

“Not initially, except a little for starter, but once you are well done the fuel will help reduce what ever is left to ashes and dust. That is what you want isn’t it, a slow “execution” followed by a huge fire to finish the job. ‘Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust’.”

“Oh yeah, that is the way to go. Nothing left but ashes and dust.” I feel instant arousal at the thought. I am going to fulfil my ultimate fantasy. My excitement is showing as a bulge in my shorts.

“You can’t wait for this can you Boots? Neither can I.” Anna-Maria says as she looks over at the bulge in my shorts. “You should take those shorts off before your cock splits the zipper”

Not needing a further invitation, I quickly undid my shorts and dropped them to the floor of the Land Rover. Anna-Maria was pleased with my gesture and pulled up her sweatshirt to reveal what I suspected outside the airport, she was totally bottomless.

“It is going to be a rough ride, but I think you will enjoy it.” Anna-Maria says as she pulls the Land Rover out from the airport.

The drive out of Mexico City was not pretty. This is an amazing City, bustling with life and excitement. From the Land Rover I could see incredible wealth and incredible poverty but I’m not here to explore this great City, I’m here to fulfil my ultimate fantasy, to be burned at the stake nude. Anna-Maria knows these streets intimately and soon we leave the sprawl of the City and start the long climb up the mountains that surround Mexico City, above the smog and into the crisp mountain air.

“This is going to be so exciting!” Anna-Maria was getting chatty, “Mexicans are big on burning people alive but now they usually just pour fuel over them and turn them into human torches. I’ve seen lots of “narco” executions, a couple of vigilantly lynching burnings, and more than a few self-immolations. Very exciting but too quick.

“Two women and a man immolated themselves on the ranch last year, it was a great show. One of the women really wanted to burn at the stake properly over a wood pyre, but she decided to go the quick route with a jug of gasoline. Too bad, she had a sweet body that would have been wonderful to watch in a slow stake burning. I’m so glad that you want a traditional burning at the stake.”

“Oh yes do I ever want a real stake burning Anna-Maria, I dream about my own execution almost every night. I always get a raging erection that needs to be relieved. I regularly roast my butt and cock over fires. I finally decided that I need to fulfil this ultimate fantasy. That is why I connected with you.” I replied, my hands caressing my swelling cock.

“I’m so glad you did, I’m totally looking forward to watching your bare butt slowly burn. I do wonder why you want to burn facing the stake? Traditionally people were burned with their backs to the stake.”

“Burning facing the stake goes back to the origins of my BATS fetish, a print of Heaven & Hell in Mother Superior’s office in my Catholic School. Hell was full of naked people burning, lots of bare bums getting licked with flames. I really wanted to get my bum burnt. If I burn facing the stake I can hump the stake as the fire licks my butt”

“Yes, I did read your stories. You really do love butts, female and male. Did you really get tied to a stake nude and have your butt burnt by those boys at summer camp?”

“Yes! And I’ve never cum so many times in one night as I did then. Part of me really wanted them to finish the job.”

“Well we will finish the job! And I promise you will cum a lot! We will give you some special Mexican aphrodisiacs to keep you going a long time. It will be a great show!”

The conversation continued for the several hours as Anna-Maria described to me other burnings in detail and how I was going to be burnt. Anna-Maria gave me a folder full of prints of actual burnings. Almost all of the victims were nude, and most of the men had huge erections as they burnt, except the ones that had been castrated first by the narcos and vigilantes. Many of the women looked like they were in sexual ecstasy.

We climbed into the high country, having long left the main roads. Finally we pulled up to a sturdy fence and gate. Anna-Maria gave me a set of keys to open the gate. I stepped out of Land Rover, now totally nude except for my glasses and boots and opened the heavy gate. Man it was cold! I desperately wanted to warm up by a fire.

“Get back in Boots, I want to take you to where you are going to burn. I think you will like our preparations.”

I closed the heavy gate behind the Land Rover, my cock swollen again thinking about my coming execution.

The road wasn’t really a road anymore, basically a trail, but the Land Rover had no trouble. After almost a half hour driving through a fairly thick forest the Land Rover came to an opening. In the middle of the field stood the stake where I would burn. On either side of the stake were piles of carefully stacked firewood. This was real! I’m going to get my ultimate fantasy fulfilled! I couldn’t wait. I jumped out of the Land Rover and ran over to the stake wrapping my naked body against it. I wanted to burn right away!

“Patience Boots, your butt will feel the flames soon enough but first you need to clean up to get ready for your sacrifice to the Sun God. Lets walk over to the hot spring.” Anna-Maria said as she stepped out of the Land Rover. She was also totally nude, having left her sweat shirt in the cab.

How perfect is this, a beautiful natural hot spring high in the mountains of Mexico, a clear night with a waning full moon, a beautiful naked woman as your escort, and a stake waiting for you to be secured to it and slowly burnt to death. Heaven!

Anna-Maria’s firm butt was looking so tempting as she stood under the steaming water fall in the hot-spring I had to indulge myself. I slipped up behind her and rubbed my cock between those wonderful cheeks. Anna-Maria reached back and grabbed my cock guiding it into her anus lubed with the slippery water of the sulphur hot-springs.

“I know how much you love girls bums from our chats and I love anal sex.”

Well what is a boy to do, I thrust hard into her. Deep full strokes that quenched both of our over heated drives. We collapsed into the warm steamy waters.

Anna-Maria broke the awkward silence: “Boots, when you just fucked my ass, were you making love to me, or thinking about getting your ass burned?”

“Both” I replied. “I’ve been so horny since I got off the plane thinking about actually getting burnt at the stake that my cock has been ready to burst. Then when I saw your perfect bum with the hot-springs running over it I couldn’t resist. I’ve become very fond of you since we met on-line over a year ago. What is there not to love in someone willing to fulfil your ultimate fantasy, especially such an extreme fantasy as mine.”

“Boots, did I tell you that this is going to be a very public execution? We have a lot of guests coming to watch you burn. As soon as I confirmed that you were for real, and really wanted to burn at the stake. I contacted a village elder with strong ties to both the Aztec shamans and the Catholic Church. He was totally thrilled to preside over your “sacrifice”. He is bringing his entire congregation to watch your fiery sacrifice.”

“We do have some work to do first.” Anna-Maria” continued. “We need to attach the manacles and chains to secure you to the stake so you can get your butt burned the way you want it.”

We set to work, carefully positioning the fasteners and making sure the firewood was well placed to focus the flames on my butt. The work done Anna-Maria looked over at my re-engorged cock and started to stroke it.

“A firm cock like that shouldn’t be wasted.” Anna-Maria said as she dropped to her knees taking my cock in her mouth. Soon she was on all fours offering her pussy up to me. I accepted the offer. I was a little worried that I wouldn’t have anything left for when I get burnt.

Finally I hear the sound of people coming up the path. They are in a festive mood, wanting to see the sacrifice to the Sun God. They are carrying torches, and even more bundles of firewood. At the head was a tall man wearing an Aztec headdress.

“Quick Boots, drink this.” Says Anna-Maria, handing me a steaming cup of well spiked Mexican Spiced hot chocolate. “This will turn your pain in uncontrollable lust”. I took a long drink of this wonderful potion, and I quickly found that my lust was fully restored. Anna-Maria noticed too.

The crowd of people walk in a circle around Anna-Maria and myself. They are all well dressed for this cool night except the “Priest”, who is almost nude except for some decorative clothing.

The Priest speaks up: “So you are Mr Boots, Anna-Maria has told me how much you want to burn at the stake. It would be such a shame to waste such a desire on a simple lustful suicide when you would make for a perfect sacrifice to the Sun God. It is so rare to have any voluntary sacrifices, let alone one by burning. Do you accept this offer Mr Boots?”

I was puzzled by this offer. The Priest already knew how badly I wanted to burn at the stake. What was he offering?. I replied to his request: “How could I refuse such an offer, my strongest desire is to feel the flames consuming my naked flesh, and it only improves it to be a sacrifice.”

“I knew you would accept Mr. Boots. For my part of the deal I’ll offer you some special Aztec chocolate tea to help carry your through your time in the flames. Please drink up and enjoy.” He poured a large mug of the steaming spicy chocolate drink and handed it to me.

I took the cup in both my hands, which were in desperate need of warming in the chilly night mountain air and drunk lustfully from it. What a wonderful drink, similar to the one Anna-Maria just gave me, but it had something else in it. My head was feeling very light and my mind very open.

“Well Mr. Boots, you must be very cold standing around naked, same for my dear Anna-Maria. I think it is time to heat up this celebration. Are you ready to fulfill your ultimate fantasy Mr Boots?” the priest says as his eyes fall on my swollen cock.

“Oh I’m more than ready!”

“I can see that Mr. Boots. Go to the stake to meet your fate. I promise you that you will be in great pain for 20 or 30 minutes, but I also promise you that you will enjoy every minute of it as your body and brain turn all that pain into ecstatic sexual stimulation with the help of that drink you just had.”

I walk to the stake and wrap myself around. Anna-Maria and I had already fixed manacles and chains to the stake at perfect heights so when I was secured my butt would be sticking out while my cock was pressed against the stake. I locked my own wrists into the manacles mounted high on the stake then Anna-Maria secured my legs around the stake, giving my already swollen cock a few loving caresses and kisses. Anna-Maria then went to work carefully arranging the firewood around the base of the stake behind my waiting buttocks.

Anna-Maria stood up and said: “Well that should be enough to get things started Boots. The fire should just get high enough to lick your lovely bum then we will slowly add wood to keep the flames hovering there until you pass out.” Then Anna-Maria took out a jug of fuel.

“Hey Anna-Maria, I told you that I want to be burnt to death with a wood fire, not immolated!” I yelled.

“Don’t worry Boots, the fuel is just to make sure the wood catches evenly. Also, to make this a truly voluntary sacrifice, and a self willed death, you should light the fire yourself. The only way you can do that is to drop a torch onto the fuel which will carry the flame to the wood behind you.”

“Oh Anna-Maria, I like the way you think, but shouldn’t the priest light the sacrificial fire.” I reply.

The priest pipes in: “I’d be glad to light the fire, but the effect will be so much better if you light it yourself. Please take my torch, then drop it into the fuel soaked straw when you are ready. I’ll help tend your pyre until your soul flees your body, then I’ll invite the guests to add their wood to finish the job and reduce your body to ashes and dust.”

“That works for me, hand me a torch” I say as I try to reach my manacled hand out.

I hold the torch high with my manacled hands as the gathered crowd start to chant something in a something that wasn’t Spanish or English. I drop the torch onto the straw. I hear a whoosh as the flames circle the base of the stake, then I hear the crackle of the kindling as it catches fire. Finally I feel the heat on my waiting buttocks.

I can’t believe the sensation, my already swollen cock has grown so hard I think it could cut through the stake. My buttocks are clenching in pain as the first flames reach them. I smell my body hair burning. I’ve started pumping against the stake like a dog mounting a bitch in heat. I am starting to scream in pain.

Then I feel the flames falling back as the kindling burns down. I look around and see Anna-Maria still nude stroking herself. As soon as she sees me she says: “Sorry I need to add more wood.”

Anna-Maria starts to rebuild the fire under my bum, and the priest is lending a hand. Soon the flames are back up caressing my bare buttocks. I’m in ecstasy and start to cum. The crowd cheers!

It’s too soon, I don’t want to lose the stimulation and only have the pain, but wait I’m still fully aroused. The potion that Anna-Maria and the priest gave me is working miracles. I smell my flesh burning, I am screaming and writhing in pain but my mind is somewhere beyond the pain. The crowd notices my still swollen cock pressed against the stake and is very pleased. I can hear them murmuring in Spanish. I can make out enough to tell that they are enjoying the show. My buttocks are being fully covered in flames now, I feel them bubbling a blistering, yet the pain is manifesting itself in a very different way.

I feel the flames drop again. Then I feel something very different, the arms of a woman around me. Anna-Maria has joined me on my pyre. I hear a voice in my ear: “I couldn’t let you have all the fun!” then I feel Anna-Maria press her naked flesh against me and hear a click as she fastens handcuffs around the stake. I feel the weight of fresh firewood pressing against our bodies. The flames are climbing fast now, we are engulfed in a circle of fire. We are breathing in the super heated air and coughing between our screams. I feel my blood heating up at a fantastic rate and rushing into my head. Anna-Maria is trying to wrap her legs that aren’t bound around me. I feel her pelvis pressing against my burnt butt. If we were reversed my cock would be buried deep into her pussy or anus instead of against the now burning stake, but that is the sensation I’m feeling as my body braces itself for the on coming rapture. Finally I release a thick powerfully propelled stream of cum that spews out beyond the stake and onto the fire that now surrounds us. I surrender to the flames and leave my tormented body. I am not alone, Anna-Maria is still clinging to me as our spirits rise above the flames.

We look down on our now charring corpses. We watch with only a hint of regret as the spectators pile more wood around the lifeless bodies. They will keep their promise. In a couple of hours all that will be left of those burning pieces of meat and bone will be ashes and dust!

My Rapture is Complete!

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bambirex · 9 months

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Maybe Loving Is Sharing: Chapter 7

Pairings: Geraskefer, Geraskier, Yenralt, Yennskier

Characters: Jaskier, Geralt of Rivia, Yennefer of Vengerberg

Additional tags: genderbending, alternate universe- modern setting, polyamory, matchmaking, pining, mutual pining, unrequited love, or is it?, friends to lovers, awkwardness, fem!geralt, fem!jaskier, bunch of helpless sapphics, everyone is confused, crushes, disability, emotionally constipated yennefer of vengerberg, oblivious geralt, oblivious yennefer, oblivious jaskier, everyone is fucking oblivious

Full word count: 11,408 words

Chapter word count: 1,718 words

Chapters: 7/?

Summary: The plan is simple: help your best friend get together with the girl of her dreams. What could go wrong?

Well, when everyone is confused and pining but also very oblivious, pretty much everything.

Chapter summary: Yennefer agrees to spend some more quality time with Geraldine and Jaskier. It goes really well, which is exactly why it's bad.

Author's notes: I know it's been literal months, and I am really sorry, I swear! Life has been insane lately (it still is, but hopefully now it's the good kind), and I also felt somewhat blocked with this story. But here I am, bringing my idiot sapphics back!! Feedback, as always, is very appreciated!!!

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It took about three hours of straight pleading on Jaskier's side for Yennefer to eventually give in.

Why she did, she wasn't completely sure. It was obvious that Geraldine wasn't all that into her, considering how quickly she fled the scene after their date, and for some reason, Jaskier seemed to be absolutely terrified of her. She certainly wasn't gonna get anywhere with either of them.

But for some reason, she still felt drawn to this strange duo. The endearing awkwardness of Geraldine, combined with an insanely sexy, muscular masc exterior and a gentle heart, the talkative, sunny optimism of Jaskier, combined with a strange, cynical sense of humor and adorable looks caught her in a cobweb of very confusing feelings.

The original plan was very simple: she laid her eyes on the sexy vet and immediately decided she would bed her. Which seemed to be going well, she even got a little help from said sexy vet's best friend, who also caught her attention. Actually, Yennefer was sort of hoping their little date would turn into a threesome - to her biggest disappointment, she didn't get to fuck either of them.

And now they were dragging her along to a ranch to try horseback riding, on a "definitely-not-date". Yennefer, despite promising herself she wouldn't try more quality time unless it ended up in sex, went along with it, and somehow, she even felt excited.

She cursed her heart for fluttering inside her chest the way it did when Geraldine walked out of the stable, leading a black stallion. She was simply a vision in her grey tank top that put her thick arms on display and those sinfully tight black jeans that gave Yennefer a perfect view of her round butt. For someone so buff, Geraldine looked adorably shy as she waved at Yennefer with her free hand. Yennefer tried to resist smiling at her, she really did- but she failed.

"Yen," Geraldine's voice wavered slightly. Yennefer swallowed at the nickname, her cheeks warming up. "It's good to see you again..."

"You're not gonna run away this time, are you?" Yennefer asked, with a little bit more venom than intended. Geraldine shook her head, her eyes full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I know it was rude. It's just..."

"Hi, sorry I'm late!"

Yennefer turned around to see Jaskier strolling in. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from being in a hurry, and a few locks of her hair escaped her loose bun. The sight made Yennefer smile.

It was actually her condition to make Jaskier join them. She actually took a great liking to the sweet brunette, and when she imagined this day, she could only see the three of them together. Whenever it was just her and one of the duo, things weren't going well.

She watched as Jaskier and Geraldine greeted each other with a hug. It lasted a little too long for it to be friendly, Yennefer mused. Jaskier claimed there wasn't anything between them, but Yennefer wasn't completely sure of it. There was an exciting chemistry there, something that intrigued her deeply.

"So, uh," Geraldine said to Yennefer eloquently as they parted with Jaskier, "this is Roach."

Yennefer snorted. "Are you seriously telling me that you named both your cat and your horse Roach?"

"That's the only name she knows," Jaskier chuckled, gently elbowing Geraldine in the side. She gave her that look again, that one full of love. Yennefer has noticed it before. It made something weird tingle inside her chest.

"It's a good name," Geraldine murmured. She smiled at Jaskier so gently, that strange sensation inside Yennefer flared up again.

"The one I ride is called Gordon," Jaskier explained, pulling Yennefer out of her thoughts. "He's a lovely old fellow. Perfect for amateur horseriders like myself."

"How are you feeling today?" Geraldine asked softly. Yennefer found it harder and harder to be mad at her when she was being so kind. "Your legs?"

"They'll handle it," Yennefer replied, "for a couple of hours, definitely."

"Then I'll get you Samantha. She's super calm."

Geraldine handed Yennefer her own horse's reins while she walked back inside to get Yennefer's mare. Yennefer turned to Jaskier with a questioning look.

"Do you guys do this often?"

"Geraldine is a real horse girl," Jaskier laughed softly. "She dragged me here a couple of times, but then I actually fell in love."

"With whom?" Yennefer asked. She was surprised to find her voice missed its usual teasing edge: it was a genuine question.

Jaskier didn’t reply, but the flush on her cheeks spoke volumes. For about the thousandth time that day, Yennefer's chest felt warm with an indescribable emotion.

Yennefer never would have thought she would ever enjoy something like this, and yet, here she was, grinning from ear to ear like a fool as she patted Samantha's neck. The horse was the sweetest thing, so patient and gentle. Yennefer hadn't ridden a horse before, but she felt safe.

Maybe that was not only because of the mare, but because of the people she was with. The awkwardness that always lingered around them was nowhere to be seen: being with Jaskier and Geraldine felt natural.

She watched their banter, their easy, familiar dynamic: the way they knew each other so well, understanding each other without words. How different they were, and how well they still worked. Yennefer wondered why there was nothing more than friendship between them, allegedly: they would have made a perfect couple.

She found herself falling into a similarly easy rhythm with them: it was a lot of fun to tease, and be teased by Jaskier. They bantered as if they had known each other for ages, with a gentle playfulness that made Yennefer feel like it was the most normal, most simple thing in the whole world. Geraldine was more talkative than last time; she even cracked a couple of jokes that weren’t exactly the best, but they were still endearing. Yennefer felt herself growing more and more intrigued with the both of them.

It was strange, because the chemistry was right there from the start, with both Geraldine and Jaskier. But something seemed to be missing all along, something that made it impossible for Yennefer to truly click with either of them. Now, it seemed like that missing puzzle piece was slotting into its place: it only truly worked if the three of them were together.

Now, that was lovely, except for one thing, and that realization nearly knocked Yennefer out of the saddle.

Because as she listened to Jaskier’s giggling, as she watched Geraldine murmur gentle endearments into her horse’s ear, she started to understand what that weird feeling inside her chest meant. It was a feeling that Yennefer desperately tried to avoid, and she managed to so far, or so she thought. It has been there all along, lingering beneath the surface, but now it was obvious. Spending time with the both of them in a way that wasn’t as staged as last time, Yennefer realized that she’s started falling for them. And that was dangerous, because that was not how Yennefer planned it. She wanted this to be casual, a fun little game with two insanely hot women who clearly wanted to jump each other’s bones, and Yennefer hoped they would want to jump hers, too. She just wanted passion, searing, burning hot passion that fizzled out a couple days later and then they would all go on their merry ways. That was the safe option- not developing feelings for not just one, but two people at the same time.

“You okay?” Jaskier asked gently, slowing Gordon down next to her. Yennefer forced a smile onto her face.

“Yeah. I guess my legs are just getting tired.”

“We can go back to the stables,” Geraldine offered. “There’s a little café…”

“Yeah, I think that would be the best,” Yennefer said quickly. Her previous good mood turned sour quickly. Suddenly, all she wanted was to go home. It made no sense, because the reason she wanted to disappear was that exact happiness she felt next to her companions.

She saw Geraldine and Jaskier sharing a look from the corner of her eyes, but they didn’t press it further, thank God. Yennefer wasn’t even sure what she could offer as an explanation. Sorry, guys, I only wanted a threesome, but it seems like I caught feelings for both of you?

How would that even work, Yennefer mused bitterly as they rode back to the stables in utter silence. She didn’t fit into this picture anyway. Jaskier and Geraldine were made to be, they were just too blind to see it. Who was she, to come and interfere with their perfect dynamic, to smear filth all over their sweet relationship?

Yennefer never thought herself to be a very kind person, but she wasn’t that cruel. This thing that started out as just fun, was quickly turning serious on all parts – she saw it today, in the way Geraldine gently reached over to fix the way she was holding the reins, in the way Jaskier’s cheeks pinkened when she smiled at her. Geraldine ran away last time because she fell for Yennefer, and couldn’t handle it. Jaskier acted all weird when they were cat-sitting together, maybe she has started looking at Yennefer differently, too.

Fuck it all, this wasn’t a game anymore. There were hearts on the line. And maybe with someone else, Yennefer wouldn’t even care about that. But not with these two.

She closed her eyes, trying to will her heart to stay still when Geraldine helped her off her horse. Her big, warm hands lingered a beat longer on Yennefer’s waist, and she looked at her like she wanted to say something, just didn’t know how. Behind her, Jaskier was uncharacteristically silent, chewing on her bottom lip. Her big blue eyes searched Yennefer’s face, almost pleading. Yennefer couldn’t take it anymore.

“I… I had a lot of fun,” she squeezed out between gritted teeth, already backing away. “We’ll talk later, okay?”

“Drive safe,” Jaskier called after her softly. Yennefer could feel their eyes on her back as she walked away. She cursed beneath her breath when she felt tears stinging her eyes.

God, what was she supposed to do now?

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #the witcher fic #my fic #geraskefer #geraskier #yenralt #yennskier #fem!geraskefer #fem!geralt #fem!jaskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #genderbending #maybe loving is sharing #three to tango

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javathewildone · 1 year

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One Day - Heartland AU (Part 33)

Parts: 32, ... 34

By 11 o’clock Amy finished cleaning and straightening the interior of the house then hopped in the shower before Soraya arrived with her mom’s chili along with a few pies and bouquets of fresh cut flowers for the centerpieces. The guys kept their distance from the house after Amy practically threw Ty out so she could clean in peace. But they had their hands full anyway with the inmates who were taking turns in the round pen. The few times Amy peeked outside she caught glimpses of someone in the dirt, or diving for the safety of the fence. Her attention didn’t linger long, though, not wanting to give any of them a chance to notice her watching and take it as an invitation to engage.

“So, how are you doing?” Soraya asked as they began setting up the buffet table outside.

Amy’s attention snapped back from where it once again strayed to the men gathered around the perimeter of the pen while one of them was in the middle with a black horse. Wary of them as she was, she was still curious about what exactly they were trying to do. “Hmm?”

Soraya jerked her head toward the men. “With all this. It must be a little unsettling to be around so many criminals.”

“Yeah. But at least here there are armed guards to supervise.” It wasn’t quite the same living in a place with more organized criminals running amok and disrupting your life when they come to rough up your father for non-payment. “I’v been doing my best to avoid them.”

“You’re probably the first woman they’ve seen since Lisa left for France a few months ago. I bet they took to you like candy.” Soraya smiled in a teasing way but the thought made Amy uncomfortable. She didn’t want to be the object of a sex-starved criminal's attention, let alone a dozen of them.

“They certainly aren’t shy about it,” Amy murmured, plugging the cord for the crockpot into the extension cord to the house.

“Don’t worry, when Lisa’s back they’ll lay off.”

“I hope you’re right.” Soraya wasn’t the first to tell her that and it only made Amy more eager for Lisa to get her butt back home. Jack and Ty did a good enough job so far of keeping the inmates on a short leash, but it would be different having a female ally on the ranch.

Fridays were shorter days for the inmates unless there was reason to keep them longer. That afternoon all of them were exhausted if not banged to hell and dragging their feet across the yard to pick up the to-go bags Amy and Soraya put together for them with cups of chili and mini cornbread loaves. One of the two guards hovered nearby as they distributed the bags, Soraya having no problem smiling and chatting with each of them. Amy kept herself occupied trying to remember who was who. She learned their names over the course of the week, but some were easier than others. Hank, Ray, Gordie, and Jim were the few she met on her first day. Since then, she figured out Adrian, Carlos, Davis, and Emilio. Somewhere among the rest was Alex and Rory, names she heard shouted across the yard into the abyss. The others were an utter mystery. She studied them as they paraded before her, dropping her gaze when they turned in her direction, which most of them did. She was still an anomaly, something new and interesting to wonder about, though she wondered how much about her they actually did know.

“Haven’t seen much of you this week.” Hank’s deep voice involuntarily drew Amy’s attention. He was at the end of the line, lingering in front of her across the table. Amy glanced at the guard who had his attention on them this time, unlike their previous encounter. Still, he made no move to intervene, probably assuming there was no immediate danger. Meanwhile alarm bells were ringing inside Amy’s head as her flight response switched on.

“Still not much for talking, I see.” His eyes lingered on her face, trapping her in his gaze. Flashbacks of when he cut her off in the yard a few days ago played in her mind. He was looking at her now as he had then. It still left her uncomfortable but there was something different about it now. Her skin didn’t crawl as it had before. Maybe because she wasn’t quite so on edge as she had been those first few days. Avoiding them seemed to have helped her anxiety, but this was a harsh reminder of their place on the ranch. Amy swallowed then grabbed a paper bag to hand over the table. Hank reached out to take it, his fingers folding over her hand and squeezing. Not hard, but firm enough to keep her from letting go. “You don’t look an ounce like your old man.”

Amy’s hand jerked back like he shocked her. She gaped at him. “You knew my dad?”

“Ah, she speaks.”

It was like the floodgates opened as questions came pouring into Amy’s mind. Her mouth didn’t know which to ask next. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the chance to hear Hank’s answer, or ask anything else when the guard finally stepped forward to move him along.

Amy continued to stare after them as they headed for the bus and began filing on. Before she could overthink it, Amy took off across the driveway. “Wait.” A few men paused and turned around. When they saw her eyes were focused on Hank, they raised curious eyebrows. No doubt they were all staring out the window to see how this surprising interaction went down. The last guard remained nearby but otherwise permitted the delay, probably just as intrigued by what was happening.

“How did you know my dad?” The need to fill in so many blanks about her father’s past that he kept tightly concealed from her overwhelmed the fear she had of Hank. The armed guard ten feet away also helped.

“Perhaps a question best answered by your father.” He lifted the bag of chili in silent ‘thanks’ then turned for the bus.

Amy took a persistent step forward. “Story for story, you said. I tell you mine, you tell me yours, right?”

Hank paused to look over his shoulder. “I know your story,” he said, his eyes lowering just like everyone else’s. Amy stiffened. What did that mean? “And what you want to know isn’t mine to tell. See you next week, little lady.” He climbed aboard while Amy watched his shadow walk down the bus aisle and take a seat. She looked to the guard who could only shrug before he, too, hopped on.

The bus pulled away to reveal Ty standing on the other side. Of course he was there, probably eavesdropping. “God, you’re like a pop-up book from hell,” Amy snapped.

Ty raised his brow. “That’s a new one.” Actually it wasn’t, but Amy would take the credit for the line. “What was that about?”

“Nothing.”

Ty nodded slowly. “Lot of ‘nothing’ going on with you.”

“What can I say, my life is the epitome of boring,” Amy shrugged.

Ty hummed. “Try telling that to anyone besides yourself.” Amy became the most interesting thing to arrive in Hudson since the inaugural Hudson Derby five years ago.

Setting her jaw, Amy twisted around to head back for the house. Sighing, Ty returned to the barn to finish cleaning up before he ran into the house for a shower.

“What?” Jack asked as he emerged from Paint’s stall and caught the expression on his grandson’s face.

Ty just shook his head. “Just glad Lisa is on her way home. We could use a referee.” Or a buffer, more like.

“Speaking of, I’m going to see if the girls need help. You good to finish up here?”

“Yep.” Ty waved him off.

By the time Lisa’s cab made its way down the driveway trailing a plume of dust, everyone was washed up and dressed in clean jeans with their muck-covered boots neatly tucked under the bench in the mudroom. The guests hadn’t arrived quite yet as Jack made sure to allow Lisa enough time to prepare for an ambush of company after her long international flight. He knew she wouldn’t have been entirely pleased to have to entertain after just stepping off a plane.

The smile that lit Jack’s face to see his wife was something Amy envied. For a moment it distracted her nerves to see the couple embrace after so long apart. Until Lisa’s attention zeroed in on her.

“You must be Amy!” she exclaimed, breaking through the boys to pull Amy into a warm hug.

Amy froze for a split second at the sudden contact that Lisa seemed to sense for she quickly released her hold and stepped back, but still looked at Amy with a gentle smile.

“I am,” she finally answered when her nerves settled somewhat. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the stories.”

“Oh?” Lisa turned to narrow her eyes at her husband and stepson. “And what stories might those be?”

“Nothing bad, I promise,” Jack insisted as he gave her shoulder a squeeze on his way past with one of her many suitcases. Ty was hauling the others from where the cabbie left them in the driveway.

“All good things,” Amy concurred, turning to follow everyone toward the house.

It was then that Lisa finally got a proper look at the set up in the yard. “What’s going on here?”

“Surprise!” Soraya called from her place on the front porch. “It’s your birthday slash welcome home party.”

Lisa’s blue eyes widened, swinging to Jack. “A party? Today? I just got off an eighteen hour flight.” Her hand flew up to her hair that was disheveled from travel but still properly tied up in a clip.

Dropping the suitcase with a loud thump, Jack raised a placating hand. “I know, I know. But there is plenty of time for you to freshen up and settle in before anyone is set to arrive.”

“Amy and Soraya spent all week putting this thing together,” Ty added as he came outside for another load.

“Really?” Taking another look around, Lisa’s expression brightened. “Well, it looks like you two pulled out all the stops.”

“We have all kinds of food on the way and Caleb should be here any minute to set up the music,” Soraya glanced down at her phone after shooting off a “where are you?” text to Caleb.

“Caleb’s coming?” Lisa’s surprise was understandable, given what she knew of the history between him and Jack.

“Soraya laid on the charm,” Ty teased, butting her with his shoulder on his way past.

“And you’re okay with this?” Lisa asked Jack who merely harrumphed and picked up the suitcase he dropped.

“It was his choice to shut me out. Needs to be his choice to want to make amends. Besides, he’s not upset with you.”

Soraya and Lisa shared a look, but Lisa merely pressed her lips together and didn’t utter a word against Jack’s ruling. Amy raised a questioning brow. Lisa shook her head, waiting until the door swung closed before saying more. “He’s hurt. He’s just too stubborn to admit it. Caleb was like another son to him until their falling out. Granted, the reason was justified.”

“What happened?” Amy asked, glancing toward the house.

“There was an incident between him and one of the inmates,” Lisa explained, everyone keeping their eyes on the house.

“Caleb used to work at Heartland,” Soraya clarified. “He pretty much ran the program.”

Lisa nodded. “Before Ty got out of prison-”

Amy sucked in a breath. “Wait, Ty was in prison?”

Lisa’s brow lifted. “I gather you all didn’t do much getting to know one another while I’ve been away.”

“Not really.” There wasn’t much time for that between all of the tension and arguing. Not that Amy was willing to lay out her life story in exchange for Ty’s. But if Lisa wanted to tell her without demanding anything in return, then she wasn’t going to stop her.

“I suppose that’s not really my business to tell, but yes, he was in prison for a time. Caleb stepped up and handled the extra workload, which included running the inmates. He butted heads with one of them and it escalated to the point of him being removed from the program. When he managed to cycle through again Jack allowed him back for a second chance, which Caleb didn’t take well. So he quit and they haven’t spoken since.” Seeing Jack’s silhouette in the window, Lisa rushed through the story, giving Amy enough of a picture but still curious for more details. Like which inmate and were they still part of the program now?

Jack clapped his hands, rubbing them together from his place on the porch, looking down on the women in the yard. “Alright, all your luggage is in the room. The house is yours to rest and unwind for the next while.”

Lisa laughed, crinkling her nose at her husband. “Why, thank you. If you all don’t mind, I think I’ll take a hot bath before the party.” She reached over to place a gentle hand on Amy’s arm. “It’s nice to meet you, dear. We’ll make time to talk later, okay?”

Smiling, Amy nodded, though worried what their talking would consist of. “Welcome home.”

#heartland #one day #fanfiction #amy fleming #ty borden #jack bartlett #lisa stillman #soraya duvall #oc: hank

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29kindsofrain · 11 months

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Black Butte: view from Black Butte Ranch.

#Landscape

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fakeosirian · 1 year

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one of my friends is going on a road trip and asked the gc for help designing a weapons grade playlist for maximum confusion and torment, and at this point it’s become a work of art in and of itself

highlights of the play order:

starts with you spin me round

"goslingcore" section (mr. brightside/creep/lost kitten/nightcall etc) immediately followed by never gonna give you up

somebody that i used to know -> last christmas -> komm, susser tod -> snake eater -> my barn my rules -> take me home country roads (decent chance you've died by this point)

danger zone -> gas gas gas -> free bird -> making plans for nigel

amish paradise -> kero kero bonito -> vocaloid break -> YIIK soundtrack -> mo bamba

rich girl -> two wuv -> dumbest girl alive -> little girls -> i've seen footage -> welcome to the black parade -> call me maybe

sail -> the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny -> electroswing break

lady gaga and daft punk interlude interrupted by whopper whopper

YA dystopia era muse -> ram ranch -> wipe out -> roid rage (start of the butt rock section)

everytime we touch -> who was in my room last night? -> the devil went down to georgia -> istanbul (not constantinople)

big time rush -> toxic -> baby's on fire -> turn off the light era kim petras -> one-winged angel (particularly proud of this one)

ends with apologize by onerepublic

and its name?

#we have a very good (psychic torture) playlist for when we play civilization together thats similar in goal #its like 8 hours though and designed to be shuffled because theres worse “bombs” in it #or ig more low hanging fruit in the '???' department (i put karkalicious in there)#this though. this is measured and considered.#the ram ranch into wipe out yell transition took me the fuck out when i test drove it #alex lore

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Hey will there be any musubi fantasy shirts available at the Chicago popup? I'm a huge musubi fan and I love your musubi fantasy stuff

i think i have exactly 1 black one left over one but i dont know if somebody ordered it and i accidentally left it out of their order or not but the amount of times ive posted "email me if you haven't got your order" has been several so i might bring it? idk. i was thinking abt reprinting a couple but idk if i have the time. i will probably do something with that drawing again though because like ive said before on here its one of my favorite things ive ever drawn so if it doesnt work out don't worry too much or anything.

the main stuff i am planning to bring:

the cavity/dennis shirt (tentatively called ketchup and mustard: from the fridge)

gmod toenail shirts

i love pimple and toenail shirts/sweaters/tanktops

a couple of HSM hoodies (if time permits)

exactly 1 jalapeno shirt (my embroidery machine is broken or else there would be a couple more im sorry ;_;)

i think i have 2 cool ranch shirts

the minimum price of a shirt there is probably going to be 60 dollars!! im not set on the price of the dennis/cavity shirt yet but probably at least 100 dollars (its 15 screens, which is, a lot of work. for reference the HSM stuff was all like, 8-10 screens, and in the same place every shirt. they are also printed on shaka wear blanks which are expensive and very high quality, very heavy. and they use a Lot of ink). im doing the pop up partially to fund my travel expenses to just otherwise visit the city and hang out with my friends im not gonna lie so like i need da money.

and then i have a couple ideas for other stuff if i have time but irdk im working my butt off im recording vlogs and shit while i do everything so like whatever happens happens and itll be documented but idk if you come out im gonna give u a sticker or a pin or something at least probably. ill doodle u a toenail idk.

excited to see anybody that comes!! please don't be weird to me or flirt with me but otherwise i will be nice to you ok!!

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nityarawal · 3 months

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Melody (Gray) Stole Your Song

Bro #50ShadesOfGold NOT #50ShadesOfRed or #50ShadesOfGray

Afternoon Songs

Sitting In My Car

The Sun Warms

My Bones

You Can't Get Me

Down

Triangulating

Blues

No You Won't

Dylan Peeps

In From Koyt Radio

Paid My Landlord

What Was Owed

He's A Stingy Bastard

10 Years Younger

Hustling The Ranch

He Deserted

The Farm

With Too Many

Hookers

Lured Me In

With Promises Of

Court Help

Alibis With

Integrity

Lured Me In

With Melodious Lies

On Her Nurse

Mothers

Boytoys

Plea

Restraining Order

Threats

Raping Her Youngest

Stop Raping Our Kids

Sing Sage And I

Your Either On

Court Hooking Side

Or Ours

Scream #4BillionMothersStrong

Stop Rapin' Our

Kids

The Courts Don't Lie

You Say

Just A Story

Says Byron Katie

Rotating Judges

Dying Attys

Spirocheted By

Syphilis

Alzheimers

Dykes Like

Melody Virus

Wasp Toothless

Cronies

Every Age

Hooking

Eloning

Daniel Wants

To Fundraise

From

Begging For Electrical

Bills

Covered

Paid

Won't Let Us

Heat Or Dry

Our Shelters

Seeking Food

To Pregnant

Dogs

Water

Nursing 9 Pups

At Risk

Of Frostbight

Danny To Cold

To Care

In His 90 Degree

Bedroom

Worried

Of Neighbor's

Losing Limbs

Diabetic Squatting

With Rats

In House Of Dan

Under Sheriff Parsons

Slumlorders

Diabetic Starving

Frost With Intelligence

Dog

Special Forces Knife

Who Beat

A Neighbor

Mr. Alexander

On The Head

Took His Wallet

Concussed

Then Threatens

A Tenant

For His $1000 (Thousand

Dollar)

Loss

He Begged

Who'd Let A

Neighbors

Dog

Rape The Mother

Charly

Of His Long Haired

Australian

Sheepdog

Nearly Killing Her King

Daddy

Cyrus Stud

Of Doje Incest

If It Wasn't You

Then Fess Up

For The Intelligent

Hoes

Hurting Us

Elon Didn't Want

To Be Melody's

Sex Slave

Doped Up Batman

Or Robot

For Queen

Chowmilla

We Wanted To

Sing Of Finer

Things

Than Your

Mean

Snipped

Injured

Dicks

Heart Chakras

Eunuch

Fettishes

For A Fallen

Monarchy

King Of Butt

Plugs

Nonce Charles

Synthetic

Football Bros

Wanderlust

Take Your

Robots

To The Underworld

Abort

The Hookers

Invitro

Projects

Chords

We're Not Covering

Practicing Medicine

Anymore

For The Airforce

Natoma

Or Nasa

You Hear

Our Astronauts

Aren't The "W"

Word

For Britain

Or Canada

Our Martians

Aren't Your

Sex Dolls

To Experiment

And Starve

From Love

With Warlocks

That Got No

Melody

Spin Dr's. RAPED

YOU

4000 (Four Thousand) Nerve Endings

Butchered

From Your Dicks

To Your Hearts

Cry

My Love

Recycle Tesla

It's Worth Crying

About

Buy Don't Hate

Your Aunties

Mommies

Because

We're Not

The Cougars

Or Dogs

Raped

Who Molested

You

Not The Step-dad

Rapunzels

Capitalizing

On Your

Suffering

Not The Cougars

Of Idyllwild

Who Stole Your

Melody

At Courts

Most We're Muses

Murdered

By X- Sheriff Keith

Harper

Like Heiress Lydia Abrams

And Jody Fitz Kik Patrick

But Melody And Nurse

Darlene

Would Know

Dancing

Vampires

Dr. Natalya

Dr. Tima Ivanova

Dr. Browning AI

From BBVA To

PNC

Dr. Queresheri

Jihad

Invisible

Provider

Dolls

Receptionist Bribes

Coroner

With A Black Market

To Vegas

Thunder From Down

Under

Hungarian Spies

Warlock Bribes

Melody World

Know

She Stole Your

Song Bro

But You Let

Her

You Know

Peace,

Nitya Nella Azam Davigo Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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esoutherngolf · 11 months

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Black Butte Ranch

Discover the Beauty of Black Butte Ranch Black Butte Ranch boasts two exceptional courses, each offering unique challenges and breathtaking views. The Big Meadow course is a magnificent mountain course featuring fairways enveloped by trees and challenging bunkers. The Glaze Meadow course, in contrast, features a contemporary layout characterized by broad fairways and well-placed water hazards for strategic play. Both courses provide an unforgettable golfing experience suitable for players of any level of expertise. The Big Meadow Course Oregon's golfers have a strong affinity for the beautiful Big Meadow, which has been recognized with numerous awards during its 30-plus years of existence. In 2013, Golfweek Magazine honored it as one of the "Best Courses You Can Play" in Oregon. Golfers can embark on a magnificent journey through the Oregon Cascades with the simple yet captivating design by Robert Muir Graves. The course was updated in 2007 and spans 7,000 yards from the championship tees. It boasts wide fairways, sweeping cape-and-bay bunkers, and elevated green complexes that provide a challenge to golfers of all skill levels. The course's elements blend seamlessly with the stunning mountain landscape of Black Butte Ranch, featuring majestic Ponderosa pines and glimmering Aspen trees. Golfers can capture stunning photos at the fourteenth hole, which showcases the majestic Three Fingered Jack - a striking volcanic peak towering above the beautiful Central Oregon terrain. Whether you are a golfer or not, Robert's Pup offers a delightful dining experience with the best views in Central Oregon. Hole #1 (Par-4) The opening hole presents your first challenge of accurately placing your tee shot in the center of the fairway. Avoid the left bunker for a short shot onto the green. Hole #10 (Par-5) Sometimes cutting corners may seem alluring, but it's usually not worth the potential risks involved, especially on the par-5 10th. Your best bet is to aim your tee shot at the fairway bunker; then, your second shot needs to stay left of the fairway bunker is a must. With this approach, you'll have an easy wedge shot into a long, narrow green. Hole #11 (Par-4) Don't let the stunning view of the Three Sisters distract your tee shot. It's crucial to steer clear of the fairway bunker on the right to leave a mid-iron shot to the green. Big Meadow is defined by a breathtaking hole that offers a stunning view of Three Finger Jack. Hole #14 (Par-4) The Signature Hole with a view of Three Finger Jack in the background. If you can avoid the three left bunkers, you will have a short second shot into the green. The Glaze Meadow Course Countless golfers have regarded Glaze Meadow Golf Course at Black Butte Ranch as the most iconic in Central Oregon for many years. In 2012, after architect John Fought's extensive $3.75 million renovation, the course reopened, offering golfers a unique experience that stands out from any other in Central Oregon. The new Glaze Meadow golf course boasts slightly raised greens, square tee boxes, and deep grass-faced bunkers, staying true to the classic design of golf courses while blending seamlessly with the beautiful mountain surroundings. From the back tees, Glaze Meadow measures 7,007 yards. The updated design now features five tee sets, making it more enjoyable for golfers of all skill levels. The course features meticulously groomed bluegrass-rye fairways, with gentle hills and hollows surrounding the bent grass greens. The picturesque terrain, adorned with Aspens, towering Ponderosa pines, and breathtaking vistas of the Cascade mountain range featuring North Sister and Mt. Washington, offers a refined and unforgettable experience that captivates and lingers in the mind. Featuring slightly elevated greens, square tee boxes, and deep grass-faced bunkers, Glaze Meadow reflects the spirit of classic golf. Hole #3 (par-4) When teeing off, it is crucial to steer clear of the lake on the right. Your approach shot must avoid the water, as the green is right at the edge. Hole #5 (Par-3) The view from the tee is Picturesque, with water on either side of the green; the tee shot is best not to waver from a center target line. The putting surface is relatively forgiving. Hole #12 (Par-5) One of the longest holes in the Pacific Northwest, the left fairway bunker is a protective barrier for the ideal tee shot. A challenging bunker is located further down the fairway, leading to a green that slopes downwards at the back. Hole #17 (Par-3) Be careful not to be deceived by the downhill tee shot...the length is longer than what meets the eye. It is advisable not to be short to avoid the bunkers on either side of the green. Little Meadow Putting Course at Black Butte Ranch The newest addition to Black Butte Ranch is The Little Meadow Putting Course, designed by award-winning architect John Fought. The course features twelve putting holes with lengths between 45 and 105 feet. However, this course can play as eighteen slightly shorter holes or nine longer holes. There is also plenty of room to change tee and hole locations on any given day. Each hole will feature interesting contours that will test even the best putters. All of the holes will have their own 'fairway' and provide ample variety. The new course is fully reversible, providing additional variety depending on how the holes are arranged. Several rock formations are integrated into the course along with the native landscape to ensure this entire area is unique. Black Butte Ranch Lodge: Savor the Flavor If you're a foodie looking for a unique dining experience, look no further than the Black Butte Ranch Lodge Restaurant. Nestled in the picturesque surroundings of Oregon's Cascade Mountains, it is a haven for food lovers. With a menu combining local ingredients with global flavors, the Black Butte Ranch Lodge Restaurant offers a culinary experience that will elevate your palate. From succulent steaks to fresh seafood and from mouthwatering desserts to handcrafted cocktails, every dish is a work of art that will tantalize your taste buds. For more information, please visit blackbutteranch.com. Photos Courtesy of Visit Central Oregon Read the full article

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zaenight · 1 year

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Chapter 4

"Should of seen the look on your face." Daisy laughed as Ernesto scoffed leaning toward the window.

"Yeah yeah." He said with a smirk , Staring her up and down.

"Hurry up boys!" Daisy said clapping her hands , leaving the three to get dressed.

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"Daisy yer doin' that on purpose!" Shorty exclaimed as he was caught in her lasso.

"C'mon Shorty its funny!" She exclaimed with a laugh as the boys walked up to them.

"buenos días amor." Ernesto said kissing her hand.

(goodmorning love)

"Good mornin' to you too Ernesto , looking good." Daisy said walking around him.

"You look like one of the village people." Booker said to Ernesto as Daisy pointed at the food.

"Oh! , estas yoloso porque soy moy guapo." Ernesto said to him as he made finger guns , pretending to blow on them.

(You're crazy because I am very handsome)

"Morning Shorty , Daisy." J.t said to them raising a brow at her clothes.

"Good mornin' Hope." Shorty said.

Shorts that go to her knees , her boots , and hat , the only thing throwing him off?, her shirt , which was a red and black plaid bustier , it had no sleeves , and was cropped a bit under her chest area.

"What?,it was hot." She questioned spinning around , rolling her eyes , grabbing her matching jacket.

"She is hot." Ernesto said grabbing a plate.

"See!" She pointed.

"Daisy just-, Ernesto hows it fit?" J.t said cutting himself off asking Ernesto about his oufit.

"Perfecto man , like pants on J.lo." The sixteen year old said hitting his butt to make a point.

"He's not wrong." Daisy winked as she nudged the boy when J.t sighed.

"Yeah you put a silk bow on a hog , but you still got a hot." Shorty said as he swung the lasso onto his head.

Daisy let out a laugh as She grabbed Ernesto and pulled him toward the food.

"Keith , Booker , you understand english right?" J.t told the two boys , who replied yes.

"Si , well you wanna eat ,

you go put on the clothes

that we gave you , or you'd be wearing that jumpsuit

they'll give you back at juvie." J.t explained as the two looked at him , Daisy stared as she ate her breakfest.

"Now!" He exclaimed as the two walked off.

Shorty laughed as J.t stared at him , Daisy glanced at Ernesto , who winked with

a smile.

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"C'mon serephina , let's do some tricks." She said as She let The horse out of her stall.

She grabbed her trick saddle , placing it on Serephina , who neighed in agreement , Daisy then led her to the pen , where the course was set up in one area , the other part was clear for other tricks.

"This ranch is 2,000 acres , we have to take care of all of them." She heard J.t say.

"Woah!" Booker yelled as He and the boys saw Daisy Doing standing as she rode serephina , she held a flag spinning it in the air.

"Daisy's horse is one of the dozen we have , serephina is a trick horse , Daisy is gonna be one of the openers for the rodeo coming up." J.t said as The boys stared in amazement.

"We also have four hundred head of cattle , you better show them all respect ,

you will learn to ride a horse , not like Daisy ,

work cattle , you'll stay

out of trouble , because

you'll be too damn tired

to try ." J.t explained as one of the horses neighed.

Daisy rode Serephina to the fence , Ernesto petted the horse , who nudged him , Daisy let out a laugh.

"She likes you." Daisy said as Serephina nudged him again.

"Ernesto is liked by everybody." Ernesto said smirking at her.

"You'd have chores , I expect them to get done." J.t said clearing his throught , Booker leaned away from the horse.

"You're here to learn and be part of a team , refusal to participate is not an option

gentlemen." J.t said as Ernesto turned back to Daisy who shrugged.

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"This is the cattle pen , now the dozen that colt brought in are here for inoculations , shots , the rest are still out on the ranch." J.t said to the boys , Daisy who let Serephina chill in the pen , stood by ernesto , who was being glared at by Colt.

"Ernesto don't think Your dad likes me much." Ernesto said to Daisy, who laughed , why he speaks in third person , no one knows , but Daisy thinks its cute.

"He'll get over it." She said as Booker stepped in a cow pie , yelling out crap.

"No that's a cow pie , it's a smell your gonna learn to love." Colt said as Daisy and Ernesto laughed , Colt glared as The boy wrapped his arm around Daisy's shoulder.

But no matter what he does , Colt will never be seen by her as a father.

"Now the next few weeks we'll be bringing in thirty-five header ropers

to release too the rodeo." J.t said to them.

"I'll expect you to learn enough to be useful to use , You are our new ranch hands , we're counting on you , each of you to do your

part." He continued.

"Here you're on the honor system , any of you lie , steal , or betray a trust , that's it you are gone , You'll be shipped back to juvie so that three other more willing participants can be sprung from that hell hole to enjoy the wonders that mother nature has provided." J.t finished as Daisy grabbed Ernesto's hand.

"Yeah includes the deadly plant Keith's screwing with." Daisy siad pointing to the plant.

"Now when we're done here you go wash your hands and next time , next time you ask before you start shredding the greenery." J.t told him.

"Why are you doing this man?" Keith asked.

"Because im tired of kids your age , not growing up to become guys my age." J.t replied.

#fanfic #wattpad #original character #jd pardo #j.d pardo #ernestomendoza #j.t hope #alisha newton #georgiefleming #georgie fleming morris #hoperanch2002 #hoperanch #heartlandgeorgie #heartland #ez reyes #richardleejackson

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