All Chapters of Redheads & Ranchers: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101: Trail RideTogether, they headed out in the direction Rolly had taken earlier. In no time at all, they caught up with the old man. He was chatting with two younger men. The three of them looked up as Hunter and Poppy approached."Hey there, Hunter. Rolly just told me about all the shit…" The young man stopped and looked at Poppy. "Excuse me, ma'am, all the manure up in front of the barn. Some of the heifers must have wandered over there in the night. I'll get right on it.""Thanks, Hoyt. By the way, this is Ms. Chastain. Poppy, that's Hoyt Johnson and Wes Napier. Between them and Rolly, they keep this place running.""Aw, don't let him fool you," Rolly laughed. "Hunter's like all the McFalls. They're hands-on when it comes to this place.""Alright, gents, we'll leave you to it. We're heading up to the north end.""Have a good ride, then," Wes said. All three men nodded as Hunter and Poppy moved on toward the open pasture.As they rode, Hunter occasionally gl

Chapter 103: Summer PastureThey followed the river for a while, then Hunter turned away from the water. The land began to gently slope upward and what had been pasture narrowed to a wide path through the trees. "You bring the cattle all the way up here?" Poppy wondered."We do. Summer is hot down lower, and with the grasses having grown on the mountain all spring, it's perfect for them. All the calves are big enough to make the trip, so it's great for them to head on up here for a couple of months."He glanced her way. "Wait until you see the mountain pastureland. This time of year, it will still be covered with spring flowers."As they continued together up the slope, Poppy realized that the air was cooler than it had been down at the house. She also noticed that the breeze had picked up a little, and she wished she had considered a jacket before she'd left the motel. The path narrowed as tall trees crowded in, and Duffy fell into step behind Cheyenne as Hunter led the way up

Chapter 105: Body HeatWith her face pressed against his bare chest, Poppy inhaled the familiar masculine spice she'd noticed while wearing Hunter's shirt. When she pressed her lips to his skin, she felt his sharp intake of breath. She did it again, pressing her body more tightly against his, feeling the burgeoning erection trapped by his soaked jeans. When she kissed him a third time, a low growl rumbled up from his chest, and she peered up at him. His eyes were all heat and desire, and she knew hers were the same. She slid her hands up his chest and around to the back of his neck then pushed up on her tiptoes to press her lips to his. She'd been buzzed the previous night, but she was completely sober now. And she wanted him.As she deepened the kiss, he released his grip on the blankets and slid his hands down her back, cupping her ass and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss. Tongues tangled, and Hunter slid his hands up her back,

Chapter 107: Shirtless Chef Salmon cakes sizzled in an iron skillet on the wood stove as Hunter stirred a pan of boxed au gratin potatoes. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as Poppy worked to lay out their wet things in front of the fireplace. She wore a huge forest green and navy-blue plaid flannel shirt he'd discovered in the wardrobe, a remnant of last summer's season, he supposed. But holy shit, did she look better in it than he ever had! Of course, she'd had to roll up the sleeves over and over again so her hands stuck out. But as she leaned over to straighten the pair of jeans she'd hung over the back of a chair, the shirt rode up to reveal the lower curve of her ass, and his cock performed an enthusiastic salute.Down, boy. They'd fucked twice already. At thirty-five, he figured he'd left his days of marathon sex way behind. Could be I'm wrong about that, he considered."That smells really good," she commented.He chuckled. "That's just because you're starved.""N

Chapter 109: Something About That GirlSatisfied that the horses were settled for the night, Hunter gave each of them an affectionate rub and retrieved the lantern. Head down against the rain still misting down, he made his way back toward the cabin. Through the window, he saw Poppy working in the kitchen, intently focused on something outside his line of vision. Her red hair, now completely dry, hung in loose waves, and she'd tucked it behind her ears to keep it out of her face.The flutter in his stomach felt more like a shower of sparks. There was something about that girl that made him feel alive again.He frowned slightly to himself. Rolly had said she looked like Tara. That had bothered him. Beyond the superficial fact that they both had red hair, Poppy was nothing like his wife. She was bold and confident while Tara had been quiet and reserved. Both women were smart, but Tara had been more Bohemian and artistic. Poppy was urban and sophisticated. And while Tara had en