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Save a HorseBuck heard the door close behind him, already counting the bills in his hands. Finding that the woman had overpaid him a little, he grinned something truly disconcerting on the face of a Holstein bull. He buttoned his shirt halfway up on his way to the elevator, hiding the perfect human body that made him all his money or at least most. His bovine ears twitched at the ding the elevator made when it reached the lobby of the hotel.Save a Horse in Short Stories
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"Hey Buck," a plain brunette waved to him from behind the counter. He glanced up at her and tucked the wad of bills into his back pocket.
"Hi Kristy," he said in a deep, liquid baritone that sounded like exactly what anyone would suspect cattle to sound like if they could speak. "Working late again?"
Kristy shrugged, reaching back to tuck a curl of hair behind her ear. "Dennis cancels so often, and I need the money. What about you? This, uh
an early job for you?"
"Nah, kind of middling," he said. "This is my second job this evening. I should