Cowgirl Thrillers
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I started out life as Roxanne Rockefeller, born on a cattle ranch on Triassic, one of the Dinosaur planets.
Many years and even more ornery broncs later, I got nicknamed Roxy Rocks. I was full of piss and vinegar, and always ready to ride. I got offered a roundup job on the Rock.
Before deciding on the job, I asked around. Folks warned me that the Rock was an empty green globe on the edge of the cosmos, as desolate, primitive and inhospitable as they come. But, being a curious type and also in an almighty hurry to get gone from a different planet, I took the job.
I have since found this dark warning to be an accurate assessment of the Rocks. Especially true for those of you that like their modern life in the city with crowds, cars and the questionable security said to be provided by a government. Hell, the Rock might just be a tad too wild for you folks.
However, if you are a down-home, wild, nature-in-the-raw lover, the planet Rock is, praise the gods, empty of luxuries or conveniences. Settlers here are unimpeded by taxes, laws and all them so-called finer things in life. Whatever sidearms and such you carry are all that enforce your personal safety.
My reincarnation as Annie Talks To Horses, a simple cowgirl riding the range and rounding up cow critters here on the planet Rock, has indeed provided a few unpleasant, but not quite deadly, bumps in the road.
After all, life is an adventure.
Overall though, it has been an awesome ride. I have arrived on the planet of my dreams, a truly extraordinary cowgirl playground.
And a paradise conveniently filled with sexy cowboys in tight jeans. I suppose that’s why I like it. Maybe I have, unbeknownst to myself, actually died and gone to cowgirl heaven.
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