Seth’s next question brought Mack back to his new perspective on life. “What we gonna do about sleepin’ tonight? Since you feel you gotta go back ta New York, I hate ta think a missin’ even one night with ya in my arms.”
Mack was quiet for a minute, knowing he didn’t want to miss any opportunity to be with Seth either. Then a memory came to him—the hayloft. When they weren’t out on the range and were staying back at Chesterfield’s ranch sleeping in the bunkhouse with the other ranch hands, they’d sneak off to the hayloft when they got horny. There had to be a hayloft here.
“I got me an idea,” Mack said.
A few minutes later the two men quietly put the dogs in the house and made their way out to the horse barn, walking under the canopy of stars and the pale light of a crescent moon.
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