<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bo6zLiBi6c4/V1ZOfMs42iI/AAAAAAAARYU/IkpD7MlefNQR8B8K6UN4N2pw5rrgJkQ9gCLcB/s1600/hunter-king-serena-18.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cheyenne Bailey<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Breeding:  The courtship ritual<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black summer dress<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Virgil<br/><br/>Cheyenne managed to finish getting Calypso ready, despite the horse’s apparent edginess. She knew it was normal for equine to act a bit peculiar, especially when their reproductive hormones were calling.  She figured it was similar to a woman when she was ovulating, knowing how emotional, cranky and moody they could sometimes be.<br/><br/>She watched the cowboy as he led Gunsmoke into the corral.  Once inside, Virgil released him and joined Cheyenne over by the railing.  They watched as the little courtship ritual began, the stallion pacing close behind Calypso, raising his head and curling his upper lip as he sniffed the mare’s readiness to breed.   Then he nuzzled her genitals with his nose, and they could see the mare’s muscles rippling beneath her skin in reaction.<br/><br/>“Eeeeasy girl.  That’s it.”  Cheyenne was so intense watching the two horses that her whispered words were barely audible.   She had all but forgotten that someone else stood just a few inches away.  “He knows what he’s doing”, she encouraged her softly, her stomach churning in knots as she watched the frightened mare get crowded closer to the fence.  “Just let him take the lead”.<br/><br/>Cheyenne had never wanted to see a mating go as perfect as she did this one.  She had helped with horse breeding a few other times, sure.  But this one was special.  As crazy as it might sound, she felt a connection with Calypso, knowing she was about to experience her first union with the opposite sex, not really knowing what to expect or how it was going to feel.  Her thoughts automatically went to Virgil and his promise to make her first time a memorable and pleasurable one.<br/><br/><em>Virgil!</em><br/><br/>Turning her head toward him, her face flushed with embarrassment.  He was watching her,<em>and smiling</em>.  That sexy smile of his was infectious.  Cheyenne thought he looked even hotter covered in all the dirt and sweat.  The heady, masculine scent that clung to him seemed to have a direct effect on her senses, as well as her insides.<br/><br/>“What?”, she asked him , a goofy grin curling her lips.   She wasn’t going to admit to anything.  Nope.<br/><br/>“WHAT??” she repeated, playfully hitting his arm.<br/>