Marcus was just passing through Texas when he met Kent. In his cowboy hat, low-riding jeans, and black boots, Kent looks like the type of guy Marcus desperately wants to love.<br><br>But two years later, he's discovered Kent is cold and distant, the quintessential American cowboy, and spends more time drunk than sober. Marcus can never predict his mood and blames himself for the flailing relationship.<br><br>Then, one day when Kent rides into town, Marcus finds a young runaway hiding in their barn. Luke is warm, loving, and quick to please ... everything Kent is not. Though the answer seems obvious, Marcus finds himself torn between the boy who demands his love and the man whose love he craves.

Cowboy

Another shot with the hose, this one higher, I feel the spray fleck


my neck and chin, and he tells me, “So leave already. Get your shit


together and get the fuck out of here, if that’s what you want to


I don’t want it to end like this. “Kent—”


He turns away, veins in his neck and face


standing like cords beneath his skin. “I’m through with you,” he


I burst through the screen door and into the


kitchen, tears that I refuse to cry blurring my vision into a


kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that mean nothing to me. Kent’s


words still echo in my ears—and you think I don’t?Jesus,


what the hell was I supposedto think? He’s never said he


loved me, he does nothing to drive the point home, he thinks a


halfhearted fuck and a place to live is enough to show me he cares?


How could I notfall for Luke, when he can’t stop touching


me and he holds me tight long after we both come, and he tells me


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