Monty jumped at the opportunity as soon as he saw the large sign posted up in town square, proclaiming help needed for a large farm only a few miles away from Monty's small house. The description asked for someone with a truck and strong arms, who wasn't afraid of dirt and willing to work long and hard.

Monty prided himself on being a classic country boy, cowboy boots and trucks and denim. He decided the job was perfect, he could work a little bit and earn some extra money.

The farmer shook Monty's hand and announced that he could start right now.

Monty was starting to regret it right about now, as the sun beat down on him relentlessly, hauling hay and feeding the hogs. Monty was cussing out loud and seriously considering quitting, and just when Monty thought things couldn't get any hotter, a girl pulled up in a truck.

The farmer's daughter.

And goddamn. She was definitely Monty's kind of pretty.

She had clearly just come back from some warm place, maybe Panama city, because she was all tanned-up. She looked like a perfect cowgirl, her pretty hair done up in pigtail braids, wearing a short summery dress that billowed in the breeze, brown cowgirl boots and everything. Her face was just as pretty as her body, defined but still soft and feminine, and the cutest smile Monty had ever seen.

Monty's eyes met hers, and all he could think was; I sure do love this job.