I stomped around inside my barn hot and frustrated. The new farrier was on his way out to put shoes on my horse and I wasn't happy that the farrier I had been using for the last 5 years had move. Now I had to find someone new who could meet my high expectations. I had already met with five different farriers, none of which knew their ass from a hole in the ground about horses. I had the daunting task of telling yet another one that I was a woman and I could shoe a horse better. To top things off I had spent the last hour and a half chasing my horse around the pasture. I looked at my watch to see he was already ten minutes late. I stripped my hoodie leaving my tan skin exposed where my tank top didn't cover. Sweat rolled down my neck and surrounded my oversized breast. I picked up a soft brush and hastily brushed my horse in an effort to make time fly.
Every time I bent over to brush her legs my boobs fought to be released out of the top of my shirt. Normally I would cover them but since I was alone I didn't care. I bent over to brush my mares back legs and she was standing awkwardly not allowing me to brush the inside of her legs. With my hand I asked her to move her feet, when she didn't respond my temper flared and I hit her leg with the bristle side of the brush. A little startled and frustrated to she picked up her foot and kicked my calf. The blow wasn't hard enough to hurt but it broke the dam that was controlling all my anger and frustration. I stood up straight and threw my brush into her side. I raised my hand to slap her ass repeatedly. A firm hand caught my wrist and spun me around until I was met by rich hazel eyes. Although he never spoke a word his eyes told me to stop now. Not even sure who he was or where I came from I jerked my arm back but his strong hand never let go.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" My anger burned.
"I'm your new farrier." He still held my wrist.
"Bullshit! You can get back in your truck and go back to where ever in the hell you came from!" I wasn't gonna let a man who was accustom to manhandling women anywhere near me or my animals.
"It seems to me like you need to be taught a lesson." He pointed to my horse.
"I will not keep a horse that kicks, I will not tolerated rude behavior sir, lest she turns out like you!"
"And it looks like she will not have an owner who is short tempered. And I agree, so I'm gonna help her out." In a swift move he twisted my arm behind my back and pushed me into the tack room. Once inside the room he paused for a few moments looking around the room.
My heart raced and I couldn't believe that this was happening to me in my own barn. I had no idea what was going to happen next but I knew if I struggled it would only be worse. My body told me I needed to escape but from somewhere inside, I knew I needed to stay calm.
