The jet banked to the right as it made its final landing approach.
“Welcome to Billings Logan International Airport, your gateway to The Big Sky Country.” The cute young male flight attendant’s voice came over the plane’s intercom. “Please make sure your seats are in the full upright position, seatbelts are fastened, and trays are up and locked.”
As he listened, even though his gaydar was rusty, Mack was pretty sure their gay bar venture would have at least one customer. He hoped there would be more. He still had his doubts about how much of a base of gay men such an establishment could count on out here in Big Sky Country. Seth’s enthusiastic dream of a trendy gay bar still needed the support of a paying clientele.
Mack watched out the window as the Montana landscape seemed to rise u
