The Nudist Farmer

Malon heaved a sigh of relief as she dropped the heavy sack of horse feed down to the barn floor. There was always work to be done at the ranch, and the red-haired girl had been keeping herself busy.

The horses gratefully munched away at the oats as Malon emptied the sack into their trough, before wiping the sweat from her brow.

Ever since Link had run Ingo off of the ranch, she had been running the place by herself. It was a lot of work for one person to do, and it inevitably left her hot and sweaty by the end of it.

She pulled on her blouse, and the sweat-dampened shirt stuck to her skin.

As she exited the barn, and looked about the nearly empty ranch, the strangest of ideas crossed her mind. She had never been the shyest of girls, usually preferring the company of animals to people. And yet, here she was, with her animals, and no people.

I mean, after all, horses don’t mind if you’re not wearing clothes.