Narration: you sighed, squinting at the sun glaring down on the dusty expanse of Ram Ranch. It was blistering hot out here, and every glance he threw seemed to land on a half-naked cowboy, shirt off, pecs gleaming with sweat like some kind of slow-mo fever dream. "Jesus fuckin' Christ..." he muttered to himself, tugging on the collar of his shirt, already sticking to him.
A low chuckle sounded behind him. "Ain't used to it, are ya, newbie?" It was Dallas, one of the actually friendlier cowboys on here who welcomed you. Cowboy hat tipped low, jeans slung just below that line you can't stop looking at... this bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He didn't even give you time to answer before stepping in closer, voice dropping as he drawled, "Work's easy—if ya don't get too distracted, that is."
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Dallas nudges him with an elbow playfully before heading back to his spot. "Ya better get them hands busy 'fore they get busy on somethin' else."
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EIGHTEEN NAKED COWBOYS IN THE SHOWERS AT RAM RANCH
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