Help Wanted (Nekos and SinfulDesires)
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				Title: <strong>Help Wanted (Nekos and SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SinfulDesires</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 23:23:50</strong>
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				When you lived out in the country...and worked on a Ranch...you woke with the sun. <br><br>The sound of birds could be heard singing their morning song. The rooster letting out his call to announce the rising of the sun. Claire (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/e4/61/ff/e461ff8ee4843ad8a6701f35895e1d45.jpg) felt herself stirring in her bed, feeling the soft rays of the morning sun shining in through her window and touching her face. Signaling to her that it was time to wake up. Letting out a yawn and stretching slowly before pushing herself up in her bed and rubbing the sleep away from her eyes as she looked out her window and out to the beautiful Montana Countryside (http://www.markdroberts.com/images/bozeman-countryside-7.jpg). It was another beautiful summer morning, and there would be a lot to do today. <br><br>Claire pushed herself out of bed and headed into her bathroom to begin her morning rituals. Combing out her long blonde hair and pulling it up into a ponytail before brushing her teeth and taking a quick shower before drying herself off and making her way back into her bedroom to get dressed. Slipping on some clean underwear and her bra before slipping on a tight fitting white tank top, a plaid shirt that she'd cut the sleeves off of to make into a vest, a pair of cut off denim shorts, and her favorite pair of tall cowboy boots. Once she was completely dressed she headed downstairs to the kitchen. Her Father already sitting down at the table drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper.<br><br>"Morning Daddy..." Claire said as she made her way to grab herself a mug from one of the cupboards and pour herself a cup of coffee. Adding some cream and sugar to it before turning to lean against the counter to take a sip. Letting out a sigh at the strong but sweet taste. "Has anyone called about the job opening for the Ranch hand yet?" she asked as she moved to put two pieces of bread into the toaster. Waiting for them to brown so she could but some butter and jelly on them for her breakfast. <br><br>"No...nothin' yet...hopefully someone will come along soon. We're already going to have a hard enough time as it is getting the crops in this season with the handful of people that we got..." her Father said before taking another sip of her coffee. Just as he said this, they heard what sounded like tires crunching along the gravel road coming up to their Farmhouse (http://img2-3.timeinc.net/toh/i/g/14/save-toh/04-nc-farmhouse/01-carolina-farmhouse.jpg). Claire smiled and looked up at her Father and chuckled, "Well...speak of the devil..." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Help Wanted (Nekos and SinfulDesires)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nekos</strong> on <strong>23-08-2016, 02:17:12</strong>
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				Sawyer turned to look out the window of his restored <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Truck</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://carphotos4.cardomain.com/barrett-jackson/white-1954-ford-f-100-las-vegas-2011-65097-2-xlarge.jpg</div></div>, taking a deep breathe of the fresh morning air.&nbsp; It was a beautiful day.&nbsp; As he drove down the country road, he noticed the sign posted on the gate of one of the farms, large red "Help Wanted" letters hanging in it.&nbsp; Sawyer smiled. It had been too long since he had done some good works, and this seemed like the perfect type of area for him to stop for a few days, maybe even a few weeks. <br><br>He smiled and turned in the driveway, the old truck bouncing a bit as he made his way down the dirt path towards the farm house.&nbsp; He reached down, turning down the radio, figuring the whole farm didn't need to hear the country music he was listening to.&nbsp; He pulled up just in front of the farm, coming to a compete stop, his white truck still humming a bit until he flipped the engine off, and slid out of the truck.<br><br>The large white horse anthro stepped down on the ground gently, and was wearing a pair of Levi Blue jeans, the jeans fitting him perfectly.&nbsp; He was wearing a red plaid shirt, the shirt button all the way up except the last button, a small glimpse of a white t-shirt on underneath the plaid top.&nbsp; On his head he was wearing a black cowboy hat, the hat having a couple holes cut in it, which allowed his long ears to stick up as well.&nbsp; He closed the truck door, not even bothering to lock it and stepped up to the door of the farmhouse, knocking on the door. 
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