Chapter 2Jared changed into a new pair of jeans and one of the faded blue chambray shirts he’d bought just for this trip. He did wear jeans at times, but never anything as countrified as a chambray work shirt. The garish stripes and plaids the cowboys wore seemed too extreme, so this was the most suitable thing he had. He’d even bought a hat, and when he stepped out of his room to greet the cowboy who had driven him to the ranch, he saw the man wore one almost identical. That seemed like a good omen.
He paused for a moment to absorb the way the black cowboy filled out his Wranglers. Oh, man, he’s got an ass to die for. What’s up front looks pretty impressive, too. Now if these boys actually live up to the John Wayne rough and tough image, I think I’m in for a very good time.
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