I knew the moment I looked at you that you had the right genes for becoming a hucow,” Easton said. “You’re the kind of girl we don’t come across everyday.”
I looked back and forth between him and the women in the barn.
“Besides, I wouldn’t want you spending the night alone in your car. There are animals in these parts, you know.”
I blushed, swallowing nervously. “I don’t think I could, um... fit in with the others. I mean, look at them.” I gestured toward the lustful hucows. "Are you sure there isn't another way for me to pay you back for your help?" I asked.
"Missy, my farm is completely voluntary," Easton said, looking almost offended. "I treat my hucows right. Plenty of fresh air, sunshine, and all the d**k they can take. My hucows make the best milk this side of the Mississippi."
