Ranch Rider's Reckless Desire

Leanna had noticed lately how busy Joe had been. Maybe he was a hard worker, but a man didn’t have to go so far that he practically forgot his wife existed. She understood it – the addition of fifteen new breeding mares and the broken tractor and the hay in the north field piled on the work load – but she also decided to get his attention back. Marriage came first, then the ranch. Even if this year, 1951, had the best market for Quarter horses ever, she’d rather every horse drowned in the lake before Joe was pulled into a life of endless work and moneymaking.

His latest act of neglect had been to fall into bed with hardly a word to her before he conked out. He’d rushed through so many dinners and forgotten to tell her how good they were as well as getting up extra earlier and missing his usual morning kiss. Leanna wasn’t angry, just kind of hurt and affected by a humorous desire for some revenge.

This morning her plan would go into action. Joe was already out feeding the horses, but he’d come in shortly and then drive into town. He had errands to run. Only he didn’t know that she’d intercepted some of them yesterday.

Leanna caught sight of her husband through the window and took a few seconds to watch him as he strode around the stable yard; he led some of the horses to the far corral and hefted feed bags into the pickup truck. Sometimes she realized she forgot to really look at him. A fresh thrill of admiration and longing for him swept over her. She loved everything about him: the tough, strapping build, his sleeves rolled up above his hairy biceps, hair brushed in a wave across his intelligent, rectangular forehead, kind, tired gray eyes under mellow brows, personable mouth, elegant nose, soft but masculine jawline. And whenever he talked, his uncultured backwoods language lost itself in the rich, burnished virility of his voice. That was what attracted her to him first.

Dressed in a plain calico dress and little white hat and low heels with a beige purse, Leanna emerged from the bedroom. “I’m goin’, sugar,” Joe called through the front screen door. She appeared in the doorway. “All right!” she smiled. “You comin’ with me?” he asked. “No, I’m sorry,” was her sweet answer. “Betty’s coming a little later and taking me to town. I have a few things to do.” “Well, okay. I guess barb wire and harness and feed ain’t exactly what a woman wants to go shopping for,” he observed. “I gotta get some more wire for the south pasture; found a big break last night. And I’ll go over to Hank’s and stock up on leather. Need to get steel for horseshoes too. You have a nice time with Betty,” and Joe waved, hurried out to the truck, climbed in, and drove off.

It was about two hours later when Joe got back. He pulled up to the barn to unload the purchases from the bed of the truck. Then he meandered up to the house. The front door was locked, meaning Leanna wasn’t back yet. “Wonder what she needed in town,” he mused. “I coulda gotten it for her.” He hurried back out to the barn and got to work on the tractor again. Then he toted the reels of barb wire to the wagon, hitched the draft horses, and drove out to the south pasture. Just as he returned to the barnyard, he heard the neighbor’s car rumble up the gravel drive and saw Leanna step out. “Bye, Betty, and thanks a million,” he heard her say. She turned as her friend drove away. “Hi, Joe. Get your errands done?” was her pleasant greeting. “Mostly. Where you been all this time?” he asked, wiping his face and approaching her. “Well, we went to lunch and then a movie, and after that we decided it was time to get a full makeover at the beauty parlor. I’ve been letting myself go,” she returned brightly. “Like it?” “Well…I sure do,” he declared, noting that her hair was silky and freshly done and her makeup really attractive. “You’re downright pretty.” They entered the house. “Thank you. Now I’ll get you some supper and make sure you have your newspaper and warm milk ready – since you’ll have to head to bed early – and then I have to go.” “Go? You goin’ back out again?” Joe demanded. “Yes, if you don’t mind. Betty and Phil invited me to a dance over in Sunnyview, and it’s been a spell since I danced, so I accepted. I knew you’d be too tired to go, but I don’t mind going with them. It really is all right.” “Well, I never said I was tired,” Joe remonstrated. “Oh, but you’ve been up since before dawn and with all the work you’ll have to do tomorrow…I’d never ask you to give up a good night’s sleep,” she rejoined in a very contented tone. “Now you’d best wash up. I’ll have some stew warmed up for you in a jiff.” She had vanished into the kitchen before he could say anything. A little puzzled over her plans, and feeling a tiny flicker of re-attraction to his beautiful wife, he wandered off to the bathroom.

When he came back, he asked quietly, “There gonna be a lot of folks at this dance?” “I’m sure. It’s a yearly thing. They have it every summer. Frankly I’ve been dying to wear my new strapless dress,” she replied. “Strapless?” Joe repeated, his eyes jumping to her face and neck and breasts and his brain imagining all the men who would get to see her shoulders and cleavage revealed in that dress. “It’s the fashion. Well, darling, you get to bed good and early so you can work on that fence tomorrow,” and Leanna bent, quickly kissed his cheek, and hastened from the room. Thoughts of Leanna in a dress that exposed more than usual had gotten Joe’s blood heated up. He was starting to think that maybe he could take tomorrow off. But then he remembered that blasted fence. If he didn’t fix it as soon as possible, the neighbor’s cattle would stray in and wreak havoc with the horses. Any stabbing of horseflesh by cow horns could mean serious monetary loss. There was no putting off a job like that. Joe tried to reconcile himself a few dozen different ways, promising to make it up to his wife next time.

He felt extra bad and extra allured when she walked in, ready for the dance. The soft blue material enhanced her lovely eyes and swept around her shapely legs, and the sweetheart neckline plunged so shockingly that nearly half of her small, plump breasts perched in the open for all to see. “Do the pearl earrings or the silver dangles match better?” she asked, twirling a little. Joe got up slowly, taking her in with his eyes. “Anything on you looks good to me,” he stated, resting one hand on the doorframe. “I don’t think people’re gonna be lookin’ at your earrings.” She hid her smile, feeling his eyes devouring her body and thoroughly enjoying it. “Well, I want everything to match,” she said. “I guess I’ll go with the pearls. Oh, it’s almost seven. And there’re Betty and Phil. Goodbye, dear.” A quick kiss on his lips and she had collected a wrap, a purse, a flower and floated out the front door. “Wait…if you…” but Joe knew she couldn’t hear him. He was a little peeved. The sight of Leanna done up so glamorously, which wasn’t usual, had really grabbed his attention. More than anything he’d wanted to touch her warm, tanned arms and back and wind his arms around her little waist and pull her up against him. He’d love to dance with her right now, here in the kitchen, but no, she was going to dance to band music and the light of Chinese lanterns and moonlight with lots of strange men. The recollection that Betty’s husband Phil was very good-looking and a great dancer only irked him the more. It’s enough to say that Joe spent a very disconsolate evening. He went to bed, figuring he’d better get his sleep, but he didn’t sleep. He wanted his wife.

At ten-thirty, as he lay in bed with his hands tucked under his head, he caught the gladdening sound of a car door slamming and the front door being unlocked. Leanna was home. Funny she was so early. He thought she’d dance till at least midnight. He started up and switched on a lamp and waited at the bedroom door. As Leanna’s footsteps on the stairs reached his ears, he opened the door. She was there, beautiful and flushed, on the landing. “You have a fun time, honey baby?” he asked, resting one hand on the doorframe. “I sure did,” she answered. She had to avert her sparkling eyes because she couldn’t help gazing at her husband, handsome even in pajamas. “Wonder what she needed in town,” he mused. “I coulda gotten it for her.” He hurried back out to the barn and got to work on the tractor again. Then he toted the reels of barb wire to the wagon, hitched the draft horses, and drove out to the south pasture. Just as he returned to the barnyard, he heard the neighbor’s car rumble up the gravel drive and saw Leanna step out. “Bye, Betty, and thanks a million,” he heard her say. She turned as her friend drove away. “Hi, Joe. Get your errands done?” was her pleasant greeting. “Mostly. Where you been all this time?” he asked, wiping his face and approaching her. “Well, we went to lunch and then a movie, and after that we decided it was time to get a full makeover at the beauty parlor. I’ve been letting myself go,” she returned brightly. “Like it?” “Well…I sure do,” he declared, noting that her hair was silky and freshly done and her makeup really attractive. “You’re downright pretty.” They entered the house. “Thank you. Now I’ll get you some supper and make sure you have your newspaper and warm milk ready – since you’ll have to head to bed early – and then I have to go.” “Go? You goin’ back out again?” Joe demanded. “Yes, if you don’t mind. Betty and Phil invited me to a dance over in Sunnyview, and it’s been a spell since I danced, so I accepted. I knew you’d be too tired to go, but I don’t mind going with them. It really is all right.” “Well, I never said I was tired,” Joe remonstrated. “Oh, but you’ve been up since before dawn and with all the work you’ll have to do tomorrow…I’d never ask you to give up a good night’s sleep,” she rejoined in a very contented tone. “Now you’d best wash up. I’ll have some stew warmed up for you in a jiff.” She had vanished into the kitchen before he could say anything. A little puzzled over her plans, and feeling a tiny flicker of re-attraction to his beautiful wife, he wandered off to the bathroom.

When he came back, he asked quietly, “There gonna be a lot of folks at this dance?” “I’m sure. It’s a yearly thing. They have it every summer. Frankly I’ve been dying to wear my new strapless dress,” she replied. “Strapless?” Joe repeated, his eyes jumping to her face and neck and breasts and his brain imagining all the men who would get to see her shoulders and cleavage revealed in that dress. “It’s the fashion. Well, darling, you get to bed good and early so you can work on that fence tomorrow,” and Leanna bent, quickly kissed his cheek, and hastened from the room. Thoughts of Leanna in a dress that exposed more than usual had gotten Joe’s blood heated up. He was starting to think that maybe he could take tomorrow off. He felt extra bad and extra allured when she walked in, ready for the dance. The soft blue material enhanced her lovely eyes and swept around her shapely legs, and the sweetheart neckline plunged so shockingly that nearly half of her small, plump breasts perched in the open for all to see. “Do the pearl earrings or the silver dangles match better?” she asked, twirling a little. Joe got up slowly, taking her in with his eyes. “Anything on you looks good to me,” he stated, resting one hand on the doorframe. “I don’t think people’re gonna be lookin’ at your earrings.” She hid her smile, feeling his eyes devouring her body and thoroughly enjoying it. “Well, I want everything to match,” she said. “I guess I’ll go with the pearls. Oh, it’s almost seven. And there’re Betty and Phil. Goodbye, dear.” A quick kiss on his lips and she had collected a wrap, a purse, a flower and floated out the front door. “Wait…if you…” but Joe knew she couldn’t hear him. He was a little peeved. The sight of Leanna done up so glamorously, which wasn’t usual, had really grabbed his attention. More than anything he’d wanted to touch her warm, tanned arms and back and wind his arms around her little waist and pull her up against him. He’d love to dance with her right now, here in the kitchen, but no, she was going to dance to band music and the light of Chinese lanterns and moonlight with lots of strange men. The recollection that Betty’s husband Phil was very good-looking and a great dancer only irked him the more. It’s enough to say that Joe spent a very disconsolate evening. He went to bed, figuring he’d better get his sleep, but he didn’t sleep. He wanted his wife.

At ten-thirty, as he lay in bed with his hands tucked under his head, he caught the gladdening sound of a car door slamming and the front door being unlocked. Leanna was home. Funny she was so early. He thought she’d dance till at least midnight. He started up and switched on a lamp and waited at the bedroom door. As Leanna’s footsteps on the stairs reached his ears, he opened the door. She was there, beautiful and flushed, on the landing. “You have a fun time, honey baby?” he asked, resting one hand on the doorframe. “I sure did,” she answered. She had to avert her sparkling eyes because she couldn’t help gazing at her husband, handsome even in pajamas. “Wonder what she needed in town,” he mused. “I coulda gotten it for her.” He hurried back out to the barn and got to work on the tractor again. Then he toted the reels of barb wire to the wagon, hitched the draft horses, and drove out to the south pasture. Just as he returned to the barnyard, he heard the neighbor’s car rumble up the gravel drive and saw Leanna step out. “Bye, Betty, and thanks a million,” he heard her say. She turned as her friend drove away. “Hi, Joe. Get your errands done?” was her pleasant greeting. “Mostly. Where you been all this time?” he asked, wiping his face and approaching her. “Well, we went to lunch and then a movie, and after that we decided it was time to get a full makeover at the beauty parlor. I’ve been letting myself go,” she returned brightly. “Like it?” “Well…I sure do,” he declared, noting that her hair was silky and freshly done and her makeup really attractive. “You’re downright pretty.” They entered the house. “Thank you. Now I’ll get you some supper and make sure you have your newspaper and warm milk ready – since you’ll have to head to bed early – and then I have to go.” “Go? You goin’ back out again?” Joe demanded. “Yes, if you don’t mind. Betty and Phil invited me to a dance over in Sunnyview, and it’s been a spell since I danced, so I accepted. I knew you’d be too tired to go, but I don’t mind going with them. It really is all right.” “Well, I never said I was tired,” Joe remonstrated. “Oh, but you’ve been up since before dawn and with all the work you’ll have to do tomorrow…I’d never ask you to give up a good night’s sleep,” she rejoined in a very contented tone. “Now you’d best wash up. I’ll have some stew warmed up for you in a jiff.” She had vanished into the kitchen before he could say anything. A little puzzled over her plans, and feeling a tiny flicker of re-attraction to his beautiful wife, he wandered off to the bathroom.

When he came back, he asked quietly, “There gonna be a lot of folks at this dance?” “I’m sure. It’s a yearly thing. They have it every summer. Frankly I’ve been dying to wear my new strapless dress,” she replied. “Strapless?” Joe repeated, his eyes jumping to her face and neck and breasts and his brain imagining all the men who would get to see her shoulders and cleavage revealed in that dress. “It’s the fashion. Well, darling, you get to bed good and early so you can work on that fence tomorrow,” and Leanna bent, quickly kissed his cheek, and hastened from the room. Thoughts of Leanna in a dress that exposed more than usual had gotten Joe’s blood heated up. He was starting to think that maybe he could take tomorrow off. He felt extra bad and extra allured when she walked in, ready for the dance. The soft blue material enhanced her lovely eyes and swept around her shapely legs, and the sweetheart neckline plunged so shockingly that nearly half of her small, plump breasts perched in the open for all to see. “Do the pearl earrings or the silver dangles match better?” she asked, twirling a little. Joe got up slowly, taking her in with his eyes. “Anything on you looks good to me,” he stated, resting one hand on the doorframe. “I don’t think people’re gonna be lookin’ at your earrings.” She hid her smile, feeling his eyes devouring her body and thoroughly enjoying it. “Well, I want everything to match,” she said. “I guess I’ll go with the pearls. Oh, it’s almost seven. And there’re Betty and Phil. Goodbye, dear.” A quick kiss on his lips and she had collected a wrap, a purse, a flower and floated out the front door. “Wait…if you…” but Joe knew she couldn’t hear him. He was a little peeved. The sight of Leanna done up so glamorously, which wasn’t usual, had really grabbed his attention. More than anything he’d wanted

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