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Mac hadn't dated anyone in the last year and had decided she would never meet another woman. As the storm's approach drew closer it became more dramatic, as did the emotions Mac felt. She was on the plains in her Jeep watching the storm roll over the far crest. The weather matched the emotions whirling inside of Mac. Springtime in the Osage is often filled with turbulent skies, lightening, rain, and tornado winds. Mac was proud of the old company and her family's participation in making the Grand old Dame survive. He didn't retire until 1968, making him the longest working employee in the company. Mac's maternal Great-Granddaddy went to work as a boilermaker in 1918. The original plant opened in 1908, a year after statehood. Many of the units were dated back to when stills where used to boil off the gas and kerosene. Mid-Con kept all processing in one plant.
Current trends split up the crude materials and sent them to multiple processing plants. The old Mid-Con was in many ways a dinosaur. The Ponca City Mid-Con had the largest tank farm in North America with three Crude Units processing both sweet and sour crude. She was the Production Manager of a 250,000-barrel a day refinery that did it all. She climbed the ladder faster than any other woman and faster than most men. Mac had been with Mid-Con Oil for four years. Mac's heart belonged out in the Osage with the Tall Grass Prairie, the buffalos, and the oil wells. She accepted a job with an oil company, who had a refinery and offices in Ponca City, Oklahoma, on the grounds that she would be located there. She had many companies solicit her for their roster but Mac wanted to get back to the Osage. They compromised and she received her bachelors in Chemical Engineering and an MBA in Finance, all within six years. She wanted to study Ranch Management and take classes like "Rocks and Clods" but her folks thought Business Management would be a better field. Mac, at her parents urging, went on to college at Oklahoma State University. Mac loved the wild open rolling hills of the Osage. She was born and raised in God's country on the western edge of Oklahoma's Osage county. Mac was the girl next door or at least the one in ten girls next door being a lesbian living in the buckle of the Bible belt. Her daddy was an Osage county horse and cattle rancher. On her daddy's side, Mac was three quarters cowgirl. Mac was a quarter Cherokee Indian on her Momma's side.
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She had hazel green eyes, sensual full lips, and a tan complexion from all the hours spent outdoors. She was athletic, 140 pounds, broad of shoulder, small in the hips, and extremely strong in the thighs from hours spent on horseback. Mac, as her friends called her because of her initials, was 28 years old, and stood 5'7". There was nothing as beautiful and wild as an Oklahoma spring, unless it was the beautiful and wild Oklahoma woman, Morgan Ann Christian.