Rich city girls meet handsome country ranchers.
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Two sisters, who are accustomed to the luxuries of the New York city life, are sent to a farm in Montana by their parents to straighten up their act and learn to pull their own weight in life. They grumble and groan all the way to the ranch, but are surprised to find the ranchers are so handsome! The men are prejudice against the city women, and the girls are turned off by their 'country bumpkin' ways. Love begins to fill the air, and goofy adventures ensue!
After seeming like hours have passed by, Kim struggles to keep her feet from slipping in the mucky mess while Tom sweeps through the mud like nobody’s business – nearly finished while Kim looks as though she’s made no progress whatsoever. She looks at him and shakes her head in disgust. What makes these men so awful?! What’s in their blood to make them so hard-headed and mean? Her body begins to feel tired and worn out so she takes a seat on a barrel of hay. “How long have we been at this?” Kim pants, wiping her forehead. “20 minutes.” Tom replies, not breaking from his work for a second. He turns around to find her sitting down and raises his brow as if to say, “get back to work.” Catching his glare, Kim smirks and drops her shovel, locking eyes with him to see what he’ll do. He arranges his shovel into his left hand and points his finger directly at her, “You pick that up…” he warns in a very serious tone. Kim chuckles and shakes her head, “make me.” She says, smirking somewhat flirtatiously. He drops his shovel and grabs her arm as she struggles to escape his grasp.
She beats on his chest and screeches but he stands firm. What is this guy made of: steel? Why isn’t he saying anything? Why isn’t he doing anything?! With all the struggling and squirming her wrists begin to burn from his tight grip. “Let go!” she screams; he doesn’t budge. She clenches her teeth and kicks him in the shins. He loses his hold on her as he goes to rub his shin. Kim flees from the barn as fast as her legs can carry her and into the house; Tom chases close behind. She runs upstairs into her room; locking the door behind her. She pants and stands back, giggling. She hears the footsteps inching closer but she walks to her bed and lays down, taking a deep sigh of relief. There’s silence on the other end of the door when all of a sudden Tom kicks down the door and stands in the doorframe. Kim shoots up, eyes wide and heart pounding. “He’s come to kill me.” She mutters to herself. Tom walks over and grabs her by the arm, dragging her kicking and screaming all the way down the stairs, through the kitchen and back outside to the barn. He locks the barn door and spins her harshly out of his grasp; she falls to the ground.
Throughout the girls’ life they’ve learned to twist words and connive their way in or out of anything that they desire but the silence of this overly strong and tall brute angers Kim because he doesn’t speak words that she can twist around – he simply acts upon his instincts. She stands up, looking at him and sneers, “why don’t you say anything?!” He bends down to pick up her shovel and holds it in front of her. “Because you already know what I’m thinking.” He replies, going back to his work. What does he mean, ‘I already know what--’ “What do you mean, ‘I already know what you’re thinking’?” she spits back hatefully, but also very curious. He stops and turns around, glaring right into her eyes. “You’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be. Start using that brain of yours and stop acting like a spoiled brat; it isn’t fooling anyone but yourself.” He replies, going back to work. Kim stands back, feeling as though she was hit with a brick wall. For the first time in her life she’s finally been silenced by a man who’s told her what’s what – not exactly because she understands but because she knows that if she goes to object…he might ‘hurt’ her again, or worse: ignore her.
At the end of the long and tiresome day the girls drag themselves into the house, passing the food in the kitchen and trudging up to their room. Carole looks to Cole as the two men walk in from outside and grab plates to dish up. “Aren’t they going to eat?” she inquires. The men look to each other and chuckle. “I don’t think they have strength enough to pick up their forks.” Cole laughs. Carole turns around and dishes Cole’s plate up as he sits down. “So how are they coming; any progress?” she asks. “It’s like breaking a pair of stubborn stallions.” Tom replies.
Upstairs the girls enter their room; Kim lays down on the bed, exhausted, as Angie stops in front of where the door used to be, finding it off its hinges and laying propped against the wall. “What happened?” Angie gasps in disbelief. Kim sighs and stares at the ceiling, “I got the quiet murderer.” She replies.