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COWGIRL BIKERS MC #1
Hudsyn - I'm the president of an all-female MC located at a huge ranch which breeds horses and other livestock. I'm not pretending to be a biker or clueless on how keep the ranch afloat; I am a woman who fights hard for what she wants and giving up isn’t an option. Not when vengeance keeps my heart beating and retaliation is fueling my veins.
Ezra - Being a nomad fits my state of mind until the perfect woman jumps right into my welcoming arms. She might not realize it, but I considered her mine right then and there. All I need to do now is win her feisty heart by showing her I’m fully committed. To give her the support she needs, even if she’s in the middle of choices involving life and death.
Life is never easy, a future never granted, and love never guaranteed.
**WARNING; each book in the Cowgirl Bikers MC series is a standalone short story featuring a new couple and can be read together or separately. Includes: Love at first sight. Off the charts chemistry. HEA. And each story will leave you wanting more cowgirl bikers!**
CHAPTER ONE
– HUDSYN –
“Don’t do it, Hudsyn. Don’t!” Medley, my youngest sister, bellows. “You’re going to get yourself killed, you freaking idiot.”
The rush of adrenaline is high when Elvis, my horse, doesn’t lessen his speed while I catch the calf and tie the rope to the horn of the saddle. I lean to the side and keep one hand on the horn while I get closer to the calf and the ground.
Having the calf at my fingertips, I lunge to grab hold. My whole body is screaming at me due to the injuries and bruises I’m still recovering from but I push everything to the background and focus on the calf.
The freaking thing has run off three times now and he’s a pain in the ass to catch. My target is underneath me and I brace for impact and bring the calf to a stop. My body is screaming once more when I hit the ground along with the calf and quickly buck to twist his body mid-air.
The rope I threw around his neck is pulled tight by my horse who comes to a stop next to us. I fight like hell to grab the rope I have clenched between my teeth and try to tie it around the calf’s legs. My shoulder hurts and I can feel the pull of the stitches on my side but I manage to get it done.
“Yeeeee haw, now that’s some freaking calf roping,” Jorie squeals and brings her horse to a stop next to mine.
She doesn’t get out of her saddle to help; the woman is as lazy as a sack of potatoes lying on the kitchen counter and just waits for someone else to do the peeling. Unlike Medley who is jumping off and heads toward me with a concerned look on her face.
Pushing to my feet, I can’t prevent the wince but hold my hand up to stop her ramblings I’m sure she wants to throw at my head. “Don’t bother yelling at me, sis. My body is doing all the screaming for you.”
She puts her hands on her hips. “Well, listen to your body, dammit.” Her gaze turns to Jorie. “Get down here and help me get the calf onto the horse so we can get it back into the pasture. It’s your fault the darn thing got away. And you know damn well our Prez shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting.”
I cringe at my sister’s words. The undertone she’s put in there is hard not to miss. She might as well have said it was her fault I’m injured. While it isn’t exactly Jorie’s fault, it was her brother who beat me up. Okay, I have to admit, I was the first to throw a punch but the backstabbing asshole pulled a knife on me after he insulted not only me, but my father and the whole MC along with it.
“I’m allergic and forgot to take my medicine,” Jorie replies in horror at the mere thought of helping.
“Figures,” I mutter underneath my breath and raise my gaze because this time I can’t hold back. “Listen here, Jorie. You’re the one who wanted to become a member when I continued my father’s legacy and offered every daughter of the fallen members a place in this MC. But if you don’t put in the effort,don’t put in the fucking work, then your ass is out the door.”
A look of disbelief slides over her face before she starts to ramble, “I’ll clean the whole clubhouse for a week and cook dinner too. I’m serious, I’m allergic.”
“Right,” Medley snickers underneath her breath. “Allergic to ranch related work shit, that’s all.”
And not to the money it brings in because you greedily snatch it with your red painted nails, I mentally add.
“Come on, VP.” I bump Medley’s shoulder. “Help me get the calf on Elvis, I’ll get him back to the herd myself.”
Medley curses underneath her breath and we work fast to get the calf on Elvis’ back. My horse is a mixture of calm and recklessness. It’s as if we share the same character. I’ve missed his birth in a handful of hours but we’ve been inseparable ever since.
He’s my first horse. My father promised him to me when he was still inside his mother. A birthday present when I turned twelve years old. That’s eleven years ago, but before that I learned to ride on different horses owned by the club.
My father inherited this ranch from his parents, and when my grandfather died my father took over. By then my dad had his twenty years of service and retired. He was a Navy SEAL like all members of the Valorous Sally motorcycle club.
Some might say the MC carries a sissy name but Sally was my mother. My parents were high school sweethearts. She died in a motorcycle accident when I was sixteen and around two years before my father retired and founded the MC. It’s a tribute, and also the reason why I picked up my father’s leather cut and put it on to continue the MC the day he and all the other members were murdered.
Pushing the harsh reminder and grief behind a solid barrier deep inside, I straddle Elvis. “Meet you guys at the clubhouse. And Jodie? I want the kitchen spotless by the end of the day. And no need to make dinner any time soon, everyone knows your cooking sucks. But you do the required work each and every one puts in or you’re gone. It’s that fucking simple.”
I only have to gently guide Elvis’ head and slightly brush my foot against his abdomen for my horse to move. We have an understanding and it makes both our lives easier. When working on a ranch a damn fine horse is worth its weight in gold. And it’s for this reason I take extra time to pamper him after I’ve placed the calf into the pasture where he belongs.
I’m closing his stall when Remi strolls into the stable. She’s the middle sister and I’m the oldest. We were all brought up the same way; with our father teaching us everything he knew. Between being a former SEAL and ranch life, he taught us how to fight, handle weapons, but also to never give up and to fight for what you believe in.
