Hump Day Kick Start – Steamy Cowboy Edition

Song of the day: Cowboy by Kid Rock

Hump Day Kick Start – for your muse, a writing picture prompt, or just a visual treat.

hold up

It’s rodeo season in my neck of the woods, so I had to find me a cowboy. Whatcha think?

So tell me about today’s prompt. Who is he and what is he up to? Is he a stripper about to go on stage for a rough ride? (Think Magic Mike.) Maybe he’s a stripper about to enter what he thinks is a bachelorette party, but turns out to be something else entirely. (Love to hear that one!) Is he a ranch hand who is cleaning out his sexy boss’s stable? Or fixing her broken down tractor in hopes she might return a favor? Could he be one hell of  a sexy bank robber, à la Jesse James style? What’s that expression on his face? Is he plotting? Is he angry? Is he jealous ,hurt, brooding? Is he staring down the cowgirl who just beat him in a horse race? Maybe he’s thinking about roping him that pretty sheriff’s daughter. What’s your take? Love to hear your thoughts.

Save a horse…

13 Responses to Hump Day Kick Start – Steamy Cowboy Edition

  1. girldrinkdrunk says:

    If that was my hat, I’d wear a mask, too!

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  2. jbrayweber says:

    He’s wearing a hat, Kristen? Huh…didn’t notice. 😉

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  3. jeff7salter says:

    tell the lone ranger here that I want to see his sister!

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  4. jbrayweber says:

    Sure, Jeff. While I whisper how he needs an accomplice in his ear…

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  5. girldrinkdrunk says:

    Bull rider Bobby-Jim liked his tattoos like his women–Russian. Or so he thought.

    Unfortunately for Bobby-Jim, it takes a great deal more than staying on ‘Big Bucker’ for six seconds to earn those gulag tattoos. And the Bratva wants them back.

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  6. Thanks, Jenn. Here’s my take: why would a guy in a Stetson have a bandana over his face and his clothes off? My best answer: he’s robbing a nudist camp out west!

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  7. jbrayweber says:

    Bwwahaha! Love it, Mary Anne!

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  8. Marie says:

    As he entered the bar he pulled the scarf tightly over his face. “Dang it Maureen! “Did you have to cook that Irish meal so early? You know I’m allergic to corned-beef and cabbage. Now be a good lassie and bring a Guinness!”

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  9. jbrayweber says:

    Oohh…I like your use of Irish, Marie. 😉

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  10. Stef says:

    It was a hot day to be mending fences. Ty didn’t care. He had to keep his mind off Dixie and work was the best thing for that. He didn’t expect to find her in his room, much less laying on his bed, when he stepped out of the shower this morning. Naked. She only wore a smile. Took all his strength to kick her out. He knew it was the right thing to do. Damn Texas sun. Ty peels off his shirt and throws it on a fence post. His mind, and his body, had finally calmed down when Dixie showed up. She eyed him like a cat ready to pounce. Dixie wasn’t a fool. She enjoyed the sight of a sexy hard working man just as much as the next girl. But Ty was different. His long, lean muscles flexing with each movement. Sweat trickling down his chest. She followed one bead of sweat that stopped at his waist. Lord she wished that was her finger tracing down his tan skin. To feel his taught chest under her fingers. Or place her lips on the ripple of muscles that made up his abs. Dixie wanted, better yet needed to feel Ty’s body pressed against hers. His eyes were hidden by his hat giving a sense of mystery to him. Dixie took his shirt off the fence post. Ty looked at her and was about to say something when she took off her shirt and threw it on the fence post. She stood there topless for a minute smiling at him. Ty couldn’t speak. He pulled his hat down farther but could still see her breasts glistening in the heat. Dixie slowly put Ty’s shirt on. He watched as she tied up the shirt around her waist and walked away.

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  11. jbrayweber says:

    Is it hot in here, or what? 😀 Great story, Stef! I could absolutely see Ty’s expression as Dixie walked away.

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  12. Will Graham says:

    “Maybe Ah need to get these boots a-scootin’. The Pistol said she was gonna score some cookies, but it’s been too long…. I’m thinkin’ maybe she got caught and it’s time for me to get outta Dodge…..”

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  13. jbrayweber says:

    What?! That scoundrel better not abandon the Pistol. She won’t take too kindly to that. 😉

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