She Thinks Your Tractor's Sexy

Ashmedai's call went unanswered. Valentine was off in dreamland killing coyotes with his favorite woman. He'd have happily stayed here had not Lefty, who was curled up beside him, kicked him squarely in the nose. "Hey you old fart, one of your brats is making a ruckus. Shut him up, would ya?" Valentine awoke with a startled snort. the noise was quickly followed up by an angry growl as the pain in his nose registered. Damn skunk. "What?" he grumbled. "I said," Lefty snipped back, "One of your brats it outside making noise. Something about a surprise for you. " She kicked at him again, this time earning a testy snap from Valentine. "Make him be quiet; I need my beauty sleep."

Ready to be rid of the skunk, Valentine slid out of his den. He stretched and blinked blearily in the bright sunlight. "A surprise, you say? What-" His vision cleared and his attention naturally gravitated to the beautiful woman who accompanied Ashmedai. His eye was immediately drawn to her form. She was a gorgeous young thing; her coat as bright and cheerful as the morning sun and her eyes the sort of pale, dreamy gaze you could get lost in. Valentine was immediately enamored. His eyes never once strayed from the woman as he finished his question. "What kind of a surprise?"