His T-shirt with the Davis Feedlot logo stretched taut across his broad chest and wide shoulders. Dusty worn jeans clung to muscular legs and an equal layer of dry Texas dust covered his worn work boots. The late afternoon sun caught the strands of his dark gold hair just visible beneath the edge of his hat and brushed shadows across his chiseled face with its strong jaw. By any woman’s reckoning, he would be considered sex on wheels. Hotter than incendiary. At the moment, he was also exhausted, ready for a shower and a drink. The last of the Golden Spur beeves lumbered off the final truck and into the area set aside for them. With this load, the feedlot he and his twin brother, Justin, owned would be full for the season. They considered themselves very lucky. Through all the ups and downs of the beef market, the two of them had managed to build a small venture into a successful business. Most of the ranchers in the area found it more cost effective to let the Davis brothers properly fatten their market beef.
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