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A Cowgirl Got Me
(Just Bae)

"It was undoubtedly the worst place for someone's car to break down," Jane thought to herself. There she was, trapped in the middle of the Sonoran desert in the blistering heat, miles from civilization. She had no cell phone reception, and though she'd stayed in the same spot for hours, no car had passed by.

She was dizzy, dehydrated, her water had finished over an hour ago. As she dreaded the thought of dying and having vultures pick at her corpse, she found herself bent over her car, trying to make head or tails of what was under the hood. "That's it," she muttered, glaring at the contents with confusion. "The second I'm back in Houston, I'm taking classes on fixing cars...if I make it back alive."

The situation was irritating. Jane might have been a writer, but she wasn't the pampered sheltered type. She learned how to build a fire, cook a meal from almost nothing, and could beat the shit out of a man nearly twice her size. To be at the mercy of the Sonoran desert was the greatest of insults. She was a Houston girl after all. Jane knew what to do in a crisis and yet, here she was, stranded in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, where she was going to die... and all because she came for was to write a fucking cowboy novel.

"Arizona is the best place on Earth!" her father had once told her. "You'll love it there." Her old man met her mother in Phoenix in the fifties, so of course he had such fond memories of the place.

Jane was en route to meet her editor and then to a man named Doc Wyatt for a few weeks to learn more about living on a ranch. It was all she needed to finish her highly anticipated novel that her friends had been expecting for years now.