Farm Hand
As Ramona made her way down the gravel track, she spotted some farm buildings. She glanced down at her map, then nodded. Her route would take her right through the farmyard and over a stile into the adjacent field.
She just hoped she didn’t meet any hostile dogs. Or geese. She shuddered. Geese could be vicious creatures.
As she grew closer to the yard, Ramona saw someone hefting bales of hay off a truck. She let out a sigh of relief. At least the farmer would be able to control any unruly animals.
When he turned to place a hay bale on the ground, Ramona saw the man in profile. He was younger than she’d expected. Much younger. As his powerful body moved beneath his clothes, Ramona watched, open-mouthed. All thoughts of scary dogs and geese had been erased from her mind. She wa
