Whitey Winn One Shots

CowGirl

I leaned on the roof pillar as I stood on the porch looking out at dusk flooded into la belle the darkness falling and the light from windows growing as candles and lamp lights began being lit, I looked over to Callies and she smiled as she sat on her rocking chair doing a little knitting I smiled back but before I had a chance to speak to her I heard the familiar sound of a horse I looked to the source of the nose and so did she as we saw an interesting sight.

Whitey Winn, our little town deputy. even if he may as well be the sheriff the amount that bills off galivanting or just not in the office when he's needed. He stood in his normal thick brown boots the tops of which going almost halfway up his legs His tight brown pants leaving little to the imagination of young ladies especially the young ladies who haven't been touched for a good while not to mention the fact of his uncontrollable teenage hormonal development not exactly helping. His two gun belts sat on his hips even if the top of his pants are tight to his waist, his grey jumper across his skin, His dirty blonde hair a cleaner then I have ever seen it, even styled a little as he fixed his hair a little as he pulled the reins of his horse. 

He looked suspicious.

like he was watching for anyone seeing him,

"where are you going whitey?" I asked

"AAAHHHH!" He yelled as I had made him jump "Holy hell maggie, ya scared me"

"where are you going whitey?" I asked

"out" He blushed

"Out where?" I asked him 

"Somewhere," He says 

"Where are you going whitey?" Callie asks 

"just uhhh just out" He blushed

"Tell the truth, else your not going anywhere whitey" I warn 

"I may be... goin' out to the farm" he blushed 

"What farm?" Callie asks

"The uhh The moonlight farm" He blushed 

"And why are you going there?" I asked 

"Maggie..."

"answer her Whitey" Callie warns 

"I'm going to see my little cowgirl okay" He blushed 

"Y/n?" I asked

"Yes y/n" he blushed 

"Go on whitey" I laughed 

"Yes! see ya later" he blushed getting on his horse and riding off out of town I spotted callie and she was laughing 

"What?" I asked "What's so funny?"

"His little cowgirl?"

"yeah" i shrug 

"You know what he means right?" she asks putting her work down and coming over wrapping her shall around her shoulders as she stands on the step of my porch 

"she lives on a farm? I assume it has cattle? properly just some little pet name he has for her?" I explain 

"Aww mary Agnes" she laughs "that's not what it means" she laughs

"Then what does it mean?" I asked

"His little cowgirl?" she laughs "What do cowboys do maggie?"

"Ride horses?" I shrug 

"So if she's His little cowgirl?"

"she's riding horses?" I shrug a little confused

"and if she's HIS cowgirl?" she laughs 

 "shes riding His horse- Oh god!" I said as it clicked in my head what that innocent-sounding nickname meant 

"yeah" she laughs 

I stood in shock thinking about it, in a way not really wanting to think much about little whitey Winn off riding with some pretty little thing.

"Also Cowgirl is a sex position" she says 

"what!" I yelled 

"yeah did you not know what maggie?" she laughs 

"How do you know?" I asked

"I was a whore" she shrugs

"Good point" I shrug "what is cowgirl then?" 

"We'd call it riding mary, Or maybe you'd call it when the ladies on top" she explained "There's also reverse cowgirl when it's riding but she faces away so he gets to look at her ass" she explained 

"Remind me to do something Callie?" I asked her

"what?" she laughed

"Remind me to kick that boys arse when he gets back," I told her