Wild Card - A sapphic short story

Men are... stupid. You dress up like one of 'em and lower your voice a tad and suddenly it's "Howdy partner!" and "How's the missus?" Elijah Bolles had long since learned to blend right in with the crowd of cowboys in town, chest hidden and hair clipped short. She had bought herself some property and started her own ranch. Easy as pie. Elijah had planned on spending the rest of her existence with those horses of hers- and maybe a few ladies of the night if she didn't let them get a hand down her trousers. Though after a few too many drinks Eli slipped up. Oh she slipped up baaaddddd. Good luck my baby girl cowboy.