I lost his prize cow; now I need to take her place.
I was running from trouble, but I didn't know I was about to get myself into more of it. Sleeping out the thunderstorm in a barn seemed like the wise thing to do, and I hadn't thought anything of it when the heffer inside got lose. But the cowboy who woke me up in the morning was angrier than I could have imagined.
Reed says I need to work off the price of his award-winning cow, and an injection of his serum is the fastest way to get those results. It doesn't take long for my utters to fill and ache for release. There's one man on this ranch who knows what a woman with full breasts needs.
How far am I willing to go to work off my debt, and will I let Reed inject me with more than his serum?
