From Mayor’s Daughter To Willing WhoreElle London
Samson Callihan let out a deep sigh. Riding for three days straight was bound to take a toll on a man. It wasn't the exhaustion that got to him as much as the pathetic lack of excitement. The vast sandy expanses stretched limitlessly and the occasional tumbleweed would remind him of just how desolate the place was. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. If he didn't make this tedious journey, his ranch would not prosper – and after all that was his real dream.
He was not high born, and so he had to start from the scratch. He recalled the multitude of days he spent immersed in hard, physical labour as a child, the results of which had carried on to this day. He was a strong man, his muscles toughened by working on the ranches of other
