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Cowgirl

... tried to leap off her horse. Her leap was less than graceful, but in the end it did accomplish her objective of separating herself from her horse. She landed face down in a muddy patch, soiling her outfit. This caused the men to laugh so hard they fell to the ground themselves, giggling and huffing like schoolgirls. "Well I'll be damned if I've seen anything like that!" hooted Big Joe. "Where'd Stanley find this bird?" "Don't know," added Spice, the Chinese cook, waving a large metal spoon at the girl, "but from the view in my quarter she's a mighty fine woman." The men laughed at this, eyebrows and other parts of anatomy going up as they watched the girl wiggling on her hands and knees in the mud. She sat up gingerly. Her brand spanking new shirt was caked with a thick layer of dripping black mud, and while she was moaning the dreadful fate of her clean clothes, the men were oggling the pronounced mounds of flesh on her chest that the mud emphasized in nearly obscene fashion. Whistles of appreciation echoed around the campsite. "God bless Stanely Herdass!" sighed a man. "I take back every mean thing I ever said about that bastard," breathed another. The men sat transfixed, watching the girl as she attempted to wipe the mud off her chest. "Oh, my new clothes are ruined!" moaned the girl in dismay. "I just bought them two days ago in Rodeo City." The men started to laugh again, but when they saw the girl's drooping eyes filling with tears and her delicate, quivering lips ...

... begin to pout, their laughter quickly died. Kenny, the foreman, stepped forward. "Uh, it's okay, ma'am. We can rustle up some clothes for ya from the men here. No need to cry." Awkwardly, he patted the girl on the back. She looked up to him with grateful, shining eyes. "Oh, thank you! I'm terribly sorry to be such a burden." With Kenny's help, the girl shakily got to her feet. "I'm Kenny," he said, holding out his hand. "I'm the foreman." "Oh, good! Stanley mentioned you. Now he and I came to a strict understanding, you know. He and I don't want you treating me any different from the men. I'm just another cowhand. I want no special treatment." Kenny looked awkward. "Are you serious, lady? You're really wanting to be a cowboy?" "Yes, sir. I've read every book on the subject, fiction and non-fiction, since I was eight years old." "This is not some joke by Stanley?" The girl flushed and shook her head viciously. "Now look, Stanley told me there might be some resistance to having a girl out here, but he said you had some kind of welcoming thing you do to new men that sort of intitiates them and makes everyone feel like b*****rs. Well, that's what I want. I don't want to be treated any different than any man." If jaws had dropped when Beth Ann rode into the camp, now they positively broke off and fell to the ground. The men stared at each other, at Beth Ann, and shook their heads in amazement. "We must be dreaming," mumbled a tall man. "Yow!" he yelped as someone pinched him rather ...