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Post by Evangeline Redwood on Nov 4, 2012 14:02:54 GMT -8
As much as she missed her home, Del Fuego was beautiful this time of night, especially from the back of a horse. She sat on the edges of her property, overlooking the softly rolling hills and vast deserts of the area, smiling slightly to herself. It had been a busy day, lending she, Aaron, and two of the other farm hands to breaking twelve horses that day. It was a good number, and they were fast progressing to meet their quotas.
She had invited one of the gamblers she had met the other night, Mike Holt, to stop by whenever he felt so inclined. She was hardly interested, as she was too smitten over the quiet Aaron Anderson to see anyone else, but Mr. Holt provided a nice company that she did so crave with her house as empty as it was. It had been two days to extend since she had extended the offer, which had been about as long as she had expected him to wait. Though, to be fair, she had hoped he would have been eager, expecting something else, and had come earlier.
She had sent all of the hands home for the day, leaving the ranch empty save for she, her butler, a few of the maids, and her nanny, all of which had retired for the evening. Evangeline was the only one left knocking about, not quite ready to retire just yet. As the sun retired over the horizon, she turned her big bay away from the sunset and instead sauntered back to the house with him.
She unsaddled him with skillful hands, putting her tack away and put him out to pasture with a few sugar cubes and soft kisses on the nose. She then moved through the house, picking up a wine glass and a bottle of wine and taking to the swing on the front porch instead of her usual perch on the back veranda.
She lowered into the seat, pouring the thick, red wine into a glass and taking a sip. The rich, fruity flavors played upon her tongue then sizzled down her throat with a satisfying burn. The night was cool, crisp, beautiful, a perfect night to sit outside and watch the world pass by.
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Post by mike on Nov 5, 2012 19:29:33 GMT -8
"Mind if I have some?" his voice broke the quiet of the early evening as the waning sun slipped behind the trees lengthening the shadows. Mike leaned against the corner of the eaves, one boot against the house, and lit a cigarillo, the flashing of the tiny flame tickling the handsomeness of his lean, hard face. "And might I say that you are looking extremely lovely tonight? Very seductive and treat for the eyes," he looked at her, the blues of his eyes shining in the dimming and he grinned slightly as he stood upright. "Might I have the privilege of sitting with you on the porch? I won't bite but i do nibble."
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Post by Evangeline Redwood on Nov 5, 2012 22:32:22 GMT -8
Evangeline couldn't help but jump slightly as a voice spoke from the corner of the house. She turned to look, only relaxing when she recognized the silhouette of Mr. Holt leaning against the porch, light up a cigarello. The red of the match flashed for a moment, lighting up his face, before disappearing. She smirked, putting a foot out to stop the sway of the swing and instead watches her guest. "Of course, Mr. Holt. There's plenty for the both of us."
She offered him the glass in her hands, having only brought one out, posted quite comfortably in the swing. She forced a maidenly blush onto her face, a smile gracing her features. "Thank ya kindly, Mr. Holt." She purred, patting the swing next to her. "I would love the company."
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Post by mike on Nov 7, 2012 19:09:05 GMT -8
Grinning, he moved over to her with sleek, cat-like movements and took a seat beside her. "Thank you, Miss Evangeline," he smiles at her, eyes blue eyes seeming to glow in the evening. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I followed you from the Blackbird after you left. I am quite obsessed with you but, in a good way,
I assure you, my intentions are honorable. I have never taken advantage of a lady in my life."
He would never mention the number of times when he had a need and the only place he could get relief was in a whore house and, even after paying, didn't do any more than what was needed. He had never raised a hand to hurt a female and had no intentions of doing so. Shoot one, maybe, but never strike her.
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Post by Evangeline Redwood on Nov 18, 2012 20:51:08 GMT -8
Evangeline watched him stalk towards her and she continued smirking her foxlike smirk, allowing him to take the wine glass from her as he sat beside her. She had to laugh when he told her he had followed her from the Blackbird. Normally, she would have been a bit worried about such a thing, but he was a charming fellow, seemingly nice enough. She had nothing to worry about. "Did you now?" She asked, still grinning from ear to ear.
She turned towards him slightly, smirking. "An obsession with me? And why is that, Mr. Holt?" She asked in her purring Southern accent, leaning in a little closer to him. "What do you find so facinatin' about lil ole me?" As she spoke, she was slowly leaning closer and closer to him until her lips were but a breath away from his. "What makes me so special that a handsome, charmin', well off man like you would want to follow me home like a dog?"
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