If each of you in face fucked the valley provides 25 head, that would be 500 head added to The F.B.R’s asian 1500, giving a total to start of 2000. If we get there with only a 20% loss and a selling price of 35 per head (could be as high as 40) that would produce a total take of 56,000. After subtracting for on-trail expenses and the worker’s pay, that should leave about deepthroat 54000 to divvy up per cow left of those rounded up. So this would amount to about 30 per cow delivered and therefore a profit of 675 per customer who provided 25 head (worth about $10,000 in buying power today.)” After looking over the crowd, which seemed to be rather pleased with this explanation, he saw no problems, but still remarked for all of them to hear, “Any questions?” One bright fellow lifted up his voice and yelled, “Is the Ranch going to cover some drinks for us at Mrs. Snyder’s tonight?” Hoss smiled and said that that could be arranged. As they left rather rapidly before Hoss could change his mind (Hoss sent one of the girls as a runner to inform Petty.) Hoss knew that Petty was going to be busy until late tonight and so he pondered on which of these farmers and ranchers were going to unknown to them supply heifers to his bed that evening. As Hoss was wondering what to do next the next day, another one of Petty’s young gals came and instructed Hoss to come to the back of the saloon to the cribs that morning, since one of the prospects for his office was arranged for him to interview for the possibility of working for him in the office and the other duties, too. These duties had been explained to her. The ones offering to interview with him, knew what was expected and since they schoolgirl were glad at the prospect of leaving the saloon for a more respectable employment, they would pull out all stops to be the one chosen. Hoss stopped at a street vendor for a small lunch and then proceeded to the cribs for another adventure in his acclimating himself to this town. When he got to the cribs, there was a lineup of eight girls, all beautiful, young, slim and very excited for the opportunity. Hoss had brought a tablet with him, and so as he perused the assemblage, he ripped the first page up and numbered the squares two through nine. And instructed the second girl in line to pass out the slips to the other girls in order of their being in the line. Then he instructed that same number two girl that she could pull up a chair and wait for the next interview. He noted that each one could take up to an hour, which was a clue to the gals as to what else was going to be necessary to pass this examination and get the job. The other girls were excused to go about their business and would be cued to come back by girls who had finished their interviews. No decision would be made until he saw all of the girls, and any who changed their minds needed to still appear to him, so that no shenanigans were pulled on them as to their opportunity for the job too. So the other girls wandered off with their slips of numbered papers in their hands, their hopes somewhat dampened but still hopeful. And as he took the first interviewee inside, the second one took up her place on the chair outside to await her chance, [and to secretly listen in to whatever was going on inside to assuage her curiosity and also to enhance her own chances by knowing what the other girls were doing so that she could raise the stakes in her interview.] When they sat down in the crowded crib, though it only had a bed, he wrote the first girl’s name on the first page, leaving plenty of room for him to make notes when they were done. Her name was Molly, or at least that was the name she was working with. Many in the West used false names to protect their reputations where they came from, from abuse of their home territory names and from them being connected to their often disreputable actions out West. In this case her real first name really was Molly. In questioning her, he found out that she had travelled west with her older brother to see if there was a place for them out there. He got killed in a silly dispute over a gal and left her alone to fend for herself. Neither she nor her family could (or more accurately maybe, would) help her to come back home. And the boy that she had left behind, was now pursuing another more available local girl for his interests. japanese Hoss, asked her to do some writing on the tablet under her name and also to do some sums there to show her abilities. She wrote beautifully and did her sums quite well. He then asked her how much she wanted this job and what she would do to prove that. She replied that it was very important to her, since she wanted to gather together enough money to return back home to try to rally her relationship with her previous boyfriend and family. She felt that there was nothing for her out west with her brother deceased and no prospects for her future evident. Hoss thanked her for coming and dismissed her to see the next gal. When she had left and before the next girl came in, he wrote on the tablet that she was unsuitable, because her heart really wasn’t in the west and training her for the job would be wasted if she moved and left the area. She was attractive and personable, but with a boyfriend back home that she still favored, it seemed unlikely that she would serve the other purpose very well either, no matter what she had told Petty. "You are so fucking beautiful!" My eyes went over the pictures for the videos several times as I seemed to enter a schoolgirl dream-like state within only a few seconds. 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