A few weeks went by, and we all settled into a routine. Danny healed—physically, at least—and, since it turned out that he was pretty handy outdoors, he and Ret worked with the animals and fixed equipment and fences, as needed.
Danny remained amused but untouched by any of us as we f****d each other, frequently. Nothing we did seemed to faze—or encourage—him to participate, much to our combined disappointment…not that we would ever force the issue.
Other than getting off solo while watching us in the evenings, he never did anything else, but seemed content to leave things the way they were. I wondered why. Such a sexy man deserved more than just his fist for company.
I felt a yearning building within me for the reticent cowboy. I wanted him for my own. Ret and Roscoe had each other—and
