The Ranch Hand
Title: The Ranch Hand
Pairing: Drag!Blake/Leighton
Rating: G (Subject to change as chapter’s progress.)
Summary: The Lively Brothers’ offer their ranch hand services to Clyde Meester. Blake has to fight her attraction to the boss’s daughter, Leighton and she’s not making it easy for Blake.
A/N: Takes place in Oklahoma, early 1960’s. Which I know nothing about so anachronisms ahoy! This story is based on an anonymous kink meme prompt. Leighton rides her stud Pony! Take in any context you want to take it in. Will take time for the smut.
Clyde Meester didn’t know what to make of the two young men standing in front of him.
He needed help on the ranch when his eldest son had run off with some Mexican girl. He didn’t approve of race mixing.
The times they are a-changin’, but Clyde Meester would be damned if he was going to change his beliefs or how he ran his family.
His other son, Charlie, the youngest of his children, at eleven and on the scrawny side and couldn’t do a lot of the back breaking work needed to run the ranch.
Clyde stares at the young men from his seat at the head of the dining room table. He hadn’t offered them to sit down. He didn’t want them around, Leighton, his only daughter, and middle child at sixteen was beautiful and a handful. He spent many a night up late with his wife wondering what to do with his daughter.
He’d burned too many bridges in town. His ill-tempered nature, combined with the drunken bar room brawls, paying hired hand poor wages, and his underhanded tactics in all aspects of his life made him less than popular with the majority of the townsfolk. He didn’t know these young men. They were strangers from out of town. He needed them. He hated to admit it that even to himself. He needed outside help until Charlie toughened up. He’d beat it into him if he had too. He didn’t raise no fairies.
His wife watches from the kitchen entrance. She prayed her husband didn’t run these two young men off.
Clyde stands. “I’ll show you around.” He says, gruffly.
The Lively siblings share confused looks between each other. No handshake. No talk of wages.
Eric was going to speak up it was in his nature, but Blake gave her older brother a subtle warning look. She knew Clyde would
get to the point. It was just a matter of him getting there in his own time. Eric held his tongue which was a hard thing for him to do and followed Blake and Clyde to the kitchen.
“Can I get you boys anything?” Cynthia asks, cheerily, turning away from the empty kitchen sink, wiping her dry hands on a dish towel.
“No thank you ma’am.” Eric says, politely.
“I’m going to show them around.” Clyde says, before pushing the screen door open, and walking out.
She watches them through the screen door. At least he was showing them around. That was a good sign. Usually when it came to good looking young men Clyde would send them on their way. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of hiring anyone he didn’t know from in town but with the way things were going adjustments needed to be made regarding his hiring practices.
Cynthia hears the front door slam, followed by the honking of a horn. She sighs, knowing the tell tale signs that Leighton was being dropped off.
“Whose pickup is that?” Leighton asks, curiously, walking into the kitchen.
“Two young men came looking for work.” Cynthia replies, turning to face her daughter.
Leighton’s eyes instantly brighten.
“Leighton,” Cynthia says, warningly.
“What?” She asks, innocently, walking over to the kitchen table and sitting down.
“Don’t go making your father crazy.” Cynthia replies.
Leighton rolls her eyes, picking up an apple, from the bowl on the kitchen table. “He does a good job of that himself.” she says, before biting into the juicy red apple.
“Don’t talk about your father that way.” Cynthia replies in a scolding manner.
“You know it’s true.” Leighton argues, standing up from the kitchen table.
“No need to help him along then, right?” Cynthia asks, perceptively, gaining the conversational upper hand.
Leighton makes a face. She hated when her seemingly simple mother was able to out talk her with a sentence. She takes another bite out of her apple. She wasn’t defeated just yet though. She heads for the screen door.
“Where are you going?” Cynthia asks.
She places a hand in front of her mouth as she continues to chew. “Look for Charlie.” she replies, before pushing the screen door open, sliding by her mother and walking out.
(----)
“That’s it.” Clyde said, having finished showing Eric and Blake around his small piece of land.
They had ended their tour in front of the small barn. Clyde had offered free room and board in exchange for smaller wages.
Blake could tell from the way Eric momentarily clenched his jaw he felt they were being taken advantage.
Blake felt the same way but they needed they needed the money and a place to stay. They shared a brief look before Eric held out his hand.
“You got a deal, Clyde.” Eric said, shaking Clyde’s hand.
Clyde and Blake briefly shake hands as well.
Leighton saunters over to them biting into an apple. “Daddy,” she says, sweetly, hand in front of her mouth chewing. “Have you seen, Charlie?” she asks, running a hand through her hair.
“No,” Clyde says, irritated. “Go help your mama.”
Blake tries hard not to stare because. She doesn’t think Clyde would take too kindly to it.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Leighton asks, lowering her hand, and smiling.
“This is my daughter, Leighton.” Clyde says, gruffly.
“What are your names?” Leighton asks, more curious to know the younger of the young men’s name.
“I’m Eric and this is my brother, Blake.” he replies, eyeing her.
“Nice to meet you.” she replies, staring at Blake, taking in what she believed was a handsome young man standing bashfully across from her. She walks away slightly disappointed that Blake barely seems to notice her. She wasn’t use to that kind of reaction. She decides to put an extra bounce in her step as she walks away from them.
Clyde looks at Eric and Blake. “If you touch my daughter I’ll cut it off. Understand?”
They both nod their heads in understanding.
“Get settled in. My wife should be starting supper soon.” Clyde says.
“We are going go into town.” Eric says.
“Not tonight.” Clyde says, before heading to the house.
Eric turns to Blake.
Blake shrugs. “Maybe, it’s his way of being hospitable by having us to dinner.”
They begin to walk to the truck.
“That daughter of his,” Eric whistles, appreciatively. “Too bad she was giving you the eye.”
Blake shakes her head.
“She was,” he puts his arm around her shoulder.
“Good thing I don’t have it to cut off.” she replies, playfully. “You really think she was giving me the eye?”
He nods. “You’re a lucky bastard.”
“Am I?” she asks, slightly frustrated.
They stop in front of the cab of the pickup truck.
He squeezes her shoulder before slipping his arm from around her. It was easy from him to forget how hard this was for Blake at times. Pretending to be a man, simply because it was easier for them to get work as well as ensure Blake’s safety from lecherous men.
“Just - just try and avoid her.” Eric says.
“Oh, yeah, just try and avoid her. That should be easy.” she replies, sarcastically.
Eric grins, opening the back of the truck. “Didn’t say it was going to be easy, little brother.” he says, grabbing a duffle bag and handing it to Blake. “We can’t afford to lose this job.”
“I know.” she replies, slightly frustrated.
End Chapter One, Part One
Pairing: Drag!Blake/Leighton
Rating: G (Subject to change as chapter’s progress.)
Summary: The Lively Brothers’ offer their ranch hand services to Clyde Meester. Blake has to fight her attraction to the boss’s daughter, Leighton and she’s not making it easy for Blake.
A/N: Takes place in Oklahoma, early 1960’s. Which I know nothing about so anachronisms ahoy! This story is based on an anonymous kink meme prompt. Leighton rides her stud Pony! Take in any context you want to take it in. Will take time for the smut.
Clyde Meester didn’t know what to make of the two young men standing in front of him.
He needed help on the ranch when his eldest son had run off with some Mexican girl. He didn’t approve of race mixing.
The times they are a-changin’, but Clyde Meester would be damned if he was going to change his beliefs or how he ran his family.
His other son, Charlie, the youngest of his children, at eleven and on the scrawny side and couldn’t do a lot of the back breaking work needed to run the ranch.
Clyde stares at the young men from his seat at the head of the dining room table. He hadn’t offered them to sit down. He didn’t want them around, Leighton, his only daughter, and middle child at sixteen was beautiful and a handful. He spent many a night up late with his wife wondering what to do with his daughter.
He’d burned too many bridges in town. His ill-tempered nature, combined with the drunken bar room brawls, paying hired hand poor wages, and his underhanded tactics in all aspects of his life made him less than popular with the majority of the townsfolk. He didn’t know these young men. They were strangers from out of town. He needed them. He hated to admit it that even to himself. He needed outside help until Charlie toughened up. He’d beat it into him if he had too. He didn’t raise no fairies.
His wife watches from the kitchen entrance. She prayed her husband didn’t run these two young men off.
Clyde stands. “I’ll show you around.” He says, gruffly.
The Lively siblings share confused looks between each other. No handshake. No talk of wages.
Eric was going to speak up it was in his nature, but Blake gave her older brother a subtle warning look. She knew Clyde would
get to the point. It was just a matter of him getting there in his own time. Eric held his tongue which was a hard thing for him to do and followed Blake and Clyde to the kitchen.
“Can I get you boys anything?” Cynthia asks, cheerily, turning away from the empty kitchen sink, wiping her dry hands on a dish towel.
“No thank you ma’am.” Eric says, politely.
“I’m going to show them around.” Clyde says, before pushing the screen door open, and walking out.
She watches them through the screen door. At least he was showing them around. That was a good sign. Usually when it came to good looking young men Clyde would send them on their way. He wouldn’t even entertain the idea of hiring anyone he didn’t know from in town but with the way things were going adjustments needed to be made regarding his hiring practices.
Cynthia hears the front door slam, followed by the honking of a horn. She sighs, knowing the tell tale signs that Leighton was being dropped off.
“Whose pickup is that?” Leighton asks, curiously, walking into the kitchen.
“Two young men came looking for work.” Cynthia replies, turning to face her daughter.
Leighton’s eyes instantly brighten.
“Leighton,” Cynthia says, warningly.
“What?” She asks, innocently, walking over to the kitchen table and sitting down.
“Don’t go making your father crazy.” Cynthia replies.
Leighton rolls her eyes, picking up an apple, from the bowl on the kitchen table. “He does a good job of that himself.” she says, before biting into the juicy red apple.
“Don’t talk about your father that way.” Cynthia replies in a scolding manner.
“You know it’s true.” Leighton argues, standing up from the kitchen table.
“No need to help him along then, right?” Cynthia asks, perceptively, gaining the conversational upper hand.
Leighton makes a face. She hated when her seemingly simple mother was able to out talk her with a sentence. She takes another bite out of her apple. She wasn’t defeated just yet though. She heads for the screen door.
“Where are you going?” Cynthia asks.
She places a hand in front of her mouth as she continues to chew. “Look for Charlie.” she replies, before pushing the screen door open, sliding by her mother and walking out.
(----)
“That’s it.” Clyde said, having finished showing Eric and Blake around his small piece of land.
They had ended their tour in front of the small barn. Clyde had offered free room and board in exchange for smaller wages.
Blake could tell from the way Eric momentarily clenched his jaw he felt they were being taken advantage.
Blake felt the same way but they needed they needed the money and a place to stay. They shared a brief look before Eric held out his hand.
“You got a deal, Clyde.” Eric said, shaking Clyde’s hand.
Clyde and Blake briefly shake hands as well.
Leighton saunters over to them biting into an apple. “Daddy,” she says, sweetly, hand in front of her mouth chewing. “Have you seen, Charlie?” she asks, running a hand through her hair.
“No,” Clyde says, irritated. “Go help your mama.”
Blake tries hard not to stare because. She doesn’t think Clyde would take too kindly to it.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?” Leighton asks, lowering her hand, and smiling.
“This is my daughter, Leighton.” Clyde says, gruffly.
“What are your names?” Leighton asks, more curious to know the younger of the young men’s name.
“I’m Eric and this is my brother, Blake.” he replies, eyeing her.
“Nice to meet you.” she replies, staring at Blake, taking in what she believed was a handsome young man standing bashfully across from her. She walks away slightly disappointed that Blake barely seems to notice her. She wasn’t use to that kind of reaction. She decides to put an extra bounce in her step as she walks away from them.
Clyde looks at Eric and Blake. “If you touch my daughter I’ll cut it off. Understand?”
They both nod their heads in understanding.
“Get settled in. My wife should be starting supper soon.” Clyde says.
“We are going go into town.” Eric says.
“Not tonight.” Clyde says, before heading to the house.
Eric turns to Blake.
Blake shrugs. “Maybe, it’s his way of being hospitable by having us to dinner.”
They begin to walk to the truck.
“That daughter of his,” Eric whistles, appreciatively. “Too bad she was giving you the eye.”
Blake shakes her head.
“She was,” he puts his arm around her shoulder.
“Good thing I don’t have it to cut off.” she replies, playfully. “You really think she was giving me the eye?”
He nods. “You’re a lucky bastard.”
“Am I?” she asks, slightly frustrated.
They stop in front of the cab of the pickup truck.
He squeezes her shoulder before slipping his arm from around her. It was easy from him to forget how hard this was for Blake at times. Pretending to be a man, simply because it was easier for them to get work as well as ensure Blake’s safety from lecherous men.
“Just - just try and avoid her.” Eric says.
“Oh, yeah, just try and avoid her. That should be easy.” she replies, sarcastically.
Eric grins, opening the back of the truck. “Didn’t say it was going to be easy, little brother.” he says, grabbing a duffle bag and handing it to Blake. “We can’t afford to lose this job.”
“I know.” she replies, slightly frustrated.
End Chapter One, Part One