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air, helping im mens e ly when she went submerged for another long bout. This time when she was raised, a slam to her jaw caught her off guard. The next dunk leaked into her lungs, drowning her. She had no choice but to fight back. Using the last bit of strength she had, she kicked and pushed until the metal tub tilted enough she was able to use her body weight to flip it on its side, dumping the water all over the dirt floor. Coughing and sputtering, Vice struggled to get free. The more she fought, the more gorillas joined in on the fight. The rebels yelled their chants — obviously unhappy at her actions. A few extra jabs to her ribs later, she was restrained once again, and forced to wait for their next fun little event.

    Back at the ranch, the women fawned over a pimped out Vince who stood before the full length mirror. Clad in a ridiculously tight pair of jeans and a bright blue button up with pale pearl snaps, a black Stetson sitting atop his head, and black boots, he was a sight for sore eyes. Violet and Alaina let out a few cat calls, whooping it up at the man who stood before them. “Hot damn , Vincie! Talk about a devil in blue jeans! Whew , if you weren’t gay I would be all over you , darlin’!” Violet teased. Alaina smacked him on the ass playfully, pulling her hand back as if the mere contact burnt her palm.
    “Eat it up, girls. I am determined to get me a little rodeo action tonight! So, you don’t think it’s too much?” Vince went to remove the hat, only to be stopped by Mrs. Sanders who sauntered in.
    “Trust an old woman and keep the hat, boy. It adds that little bit of mystery and raw edge.” She spun him around in a full circle, taking in the whole view. “Mmm , mmm , mmm. You look good enough to eat.” The room erupted in laughter.
    “Well , Mrs. Sanders, look at you getting all frisky. Michael might have a run for his money , ” Alaina chided. About that time, Bella and Michael walked in from doing afternoon chores.
    “Aw now, there’s no harm in lookin’. Even us elders know a hottie when we see one.” Bella bu r st out laughing, loving how Mrs. Sanders talked younger than her years at times. She was always a breath of fresh air, and you never knew what to expect. They hadn’t noticed Michael who stood in the doorway until he spoke.
    “As long as it’s only lookin’ your doin’ I won’t have to mess up Vince’s pretty face.” Everyone turned to stare, never knowing when he was serious. After a monumental pause, his features drifted into a grin, showing his mature distinguished handsomeness.
    “That’s okay, Michael. I’d be too busy checking you out in all of your rustic true cowboy glory.” Vince winked playfully at the now blushing older man. When the jokes and giggles died down, Michael spoke up.
    “You look nice , son. I want you to be careful tonight. These men around here aren’t like those city boys. They can get a bit rough and rowdy. If anything happens, just give me a call and ol’ Betsy and I will be there faster than they can yell ‘Yee haw’.”
    “Betsy?” Vince said confused.
    “Betsy is the .12 gage shotgun that sits above the mantle. Ain’t nothin’ she can’t handle. That girl and I have been through many brawls and never been beat.” The corners of his mouth tilted, sparking curiosity in everyone as to what ‘brawls’ he had been in where a gun was needed. He walked over and wrapped his arms around Mrs. Sanders, w ho turned into a smitten school girl yet once again. Seeing the two together gave Vince hope — somewhere out there was a love like that for him, and with any luck, he would find it tonight.
    Vince smiled and thanked him, saving that discussion for a later time. With a final once over, they all wished him luck as he set out on the hunt for a hot cowboy to call his own.

    The team drove as close to the Paki stan border as they could go ing unnoticed and parked in a dried up secluded creek bed. Hulk and Juju popped open the