Chapter 7

I felt a yearning building within me for the reticent cowboy. I wanted him for my own. Ret and Roscoe had each other—and me, whenever they wanted—so why couldn’t I…well, maybe it was too soon for that kind of thinking.

“Roscoe?” I asked one afternoon as I watched him preparing a huge tray of sandwiches in the kitchen. “What do you think is going on with Danny?”

“It may be that he’s been hurt by life for so long, and had to do things that he might be ashamed of to survive so often, that he doesn’t think he deserves more than being a voyeur and pulling on his dick.” He set the tray in the middle of the table.

“How do we get through to him?” I asked, grabbing a sandwich and taking a bite.