Chapter 10: Rain-Slicked Chest
We spent most of the day with the queer couple. Toward the end of the day, Pax signed a year-long contract and handed over a check for the first shipment of the feed additive, then we started the drive back to Riding Ranch. I wasn’t really talkative, and neither was he. Our conversation was limited to how tired we were, what a positive experience we’d had at Gossner and Timmons, and what a surprise it was to learn that the two men had been lovers for the past eight years.
“Fags are everywhere,” I commented, almost whispering.
“The world’s getting more liberal by the day, even in Oklahoma.”
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Honestly, I don’t know when I drifted off to sleep. Most of the trip passed me by, and then we were back at Riding Ranch. Pax nudged my shoulder to wake me
