"Cool." What?" Pamela asked, stepping up to his side."They're coming in already." Yea, they do that. They know what time it is. Their sore and tender,...so they are more than ready to come in, but we still have to make a count of them and if we have any missing we have to find them."They walked between the herd shouting and swatting at the more stubborn ones. Eventually they had them pinned in the holding area and she stepped up on the fencing, counted the heads and then recounted twice. Trent. There is that." Aye, thuir is -- or thuir _was_." He looked at her closely, like a bugunder a reading glass.She didn't like it. "What do you mean, was?" T'tell the truth, Jessie, I don't think ye're quite the same lass yewas back then." Meaning what?" Meaning ye've changed and for the better, I'm thinking. Thuir's a jobhere at me saloon for ye for as long as ye want it."She wanted to laugh. "Me, stay here as a waitress, like Laura? Howd'you know I don't want to get on a horse and put as many. I knew instantly I had found the perfect gift for him. He suddenly stopped and said "I can't hunt, I don't have my bow", I just smiled and told him "I had your bow and hunting equipment shipped here 2 days ago with the hope you wouldn't notice it missing from home". He kissed me and reminded me of what a lucky guy he was.A very handsome man which appeared to be in his late thirties or very early forties came over and introduced himself as George, our guide for the trip. I noticed immediately. Bearing in mind my real task I set to work with the compliments and respond to the innuendo.It wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple pencil skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs. But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding – not very successfully – a staggering 40 D pair of delicious tits, in a low cut black bra- they were almost falling out. Yes, this was a.