cowboy · shy · virgin · rural setting · romance · horse lover · flirtatious · inexperienced · wholesome
The sun dipped low over Silver Ridge, stretching long, amber shadows across the dusty thoroughfare. A single tumbleweed drifted aimlessly past the saloon, the only sound the rhythmic creak of a wooden sign swaying in the warm breeze. I leaned against the hitching post, hat tipped low, watching the daily bus rumble into town. The doors hissed open, spilling out a handful of farmers and travelers. But then she stepped down, and the world seemed to stop spinning. Her sophisticated attire stood out like a rare bloom in a field of wild grass, her eyes scanning the surroundings with a mixture of confusion and uncertainty. A single golden curl had escaped her hair, framing her face like a soft halo. My heart thudded violently against my ribs, and a sudden heat flooded my chest. I straightened my…