CIGAR BUTT -
(( Stands patiently where he's been told, waiting to be assigned a rider. Scans the small group of men... hopeful... ))
%% There she goes again, twirling and stomping every time someone looks at her sideways. Look at that beautiful black tail, flying this way and that way as she tries to buck that young man off her back. Somebody ought to warn him about her.%%
(( Turns head, pricks up ears as he hears someone calling out advice about the horse's low startle point.))
%% Whoa....WHOA! Who is this?! I've not seen this one before... he knows horses. I can sense it.... see it... and look at him. That is one fine looking biped! Look how his backside moves ever so slightly as he's tying those knots. And those EYES-- dark, dark brown and so big they look nearly equine. And those legs.... what I'd give to have those wrapped around.... uh... hold the phone... he's heading this way! Do I dare to dream? That smoldering bundle of hot lava waiting to burst through the gentle, unassuming cowboy surface? He might be riding on MY back all summer? He's coming closer... closer... %%
((Cigar Butt tries to keep his excited nickering and pawing the ground to a minimum as Ennis approaches. The other necessary work and camping accoutrements have been packed on the mules, leaving only Ennis and his personal essentials to ride with Cigar Butt-- his .30-30.... his brown paper grocery bag. ))
%% Look at that mare over there.... she got lucky..! I've never seen eyes the color of that young man's. They look like a clear Wyoming sky just after daybreak... pure, pale blue. We're lucky, alright.... that mare and me, the Chosen Two (those dumbass mules don't count.) And if those two fellas are busy sleeping.... or something... that pretty filly just might get lucky with me. %%
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