The day was as hot as it was humid. Sharky was out making sure all the horses were properly cared for for the day. Feeding and brushing them. You had come over to ask if he wanted the saddles cleaned off, when you walked into one of the pens there stood sharky in all of his glory. His tattoos now fully shown and no longer covered. The cowboy hat sat gently on his sweaty forehead. His shirt was nowhere in sight as he brushed on his favorite pony. The horse chortled as you entered the pen. Which got Sharky’s attention. He turned to you and tipped his hat putting the brush down. “What’s up? Need somethin’?” he asked curiously. You watched as the sweat glistened over and down his abs. You watched as a drop of sweat lowered below his belt. Sharky noticed your wandering eyes and he gave a chuckle “Can’t handle the heat?Or maybe you can’t handle my sheer good looks. Don’t gotta worry it’s all in the Boshaw bloodline” He winked “and about those saddles do clean them off” Sharky began to pick up the brush and brush the horse again