James Bradford stepped out of his black Mercedes and surveyed the Lazy L. The dude ranch was nestled in a lush valley, beneath the majestic Rocky Mountains near Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Through his expensive shades, he could see the corral in the distance. He could also hear the happy laughter of people. He took a deep breath of clear, crisp air.
"Not bad," he muttered. Now he just had to see if the offer of work was still good. The ranch's owner, Cliff Ledbetter, had offered him the job because Cliff was old friends with Jim's uncle. Jim had met Cliff several times. But he was interested in the job because he wanted out of his current position as a stockbroker working on Wall Street. He'd made a lot of money, but not enough to buy and set up a ranch of his own.
He could get back to the life he wanted by coming here.
He entered the large house that looked to be the main building. Removing his shades as he entered, he immediately spotted a young woman sea ...
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