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Taming two

 

Sam leaned on the fence with a smirk on her face, watching Pax wrestle with the stallion, sweat dripping from his brow. The horse reared on his hind legs and almost knocked him over. "Hell and damnation!" he cursed. Sam smothered a laugh. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Let me give it a shot. Maybe a female touch will do it." Pax sent her a dark look. "And now I'm warning you, little filly. Don't come near this horse until I have him tamed." Sam crossed her arms. "Or what, you can't tell me what to do." Pax let the stallion loose and it quickly ran to the other side of the paddock. Pax walked over to Sam. "The hell I can't," he growled. "Don't try me on this, Sam." He climbed the fence and landed close to her. Sam glared at him. "We'll see," she muttered under her breath. Pax shook his head. "I'll set your ass on fire!" Sam rolled her eyes. "Sure you will..." She turned on her heels and walked away. With long strides, Pax caught up with her and landed a hard smack on her rear end. Sam yelped in response and gave him a withering look. Pax smirked. "I sure will, Sam. Don't say I didn't warn you."

 

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