The room was dark. Chad wasn’t sure what time it was. He and Leon had come back to the hotel and gone straight to bed, but not to sleep. Leon had once again brought Chad to heights of s****l pleasure he had never known before. This time it was easier and there was less pain. Chad had thoroughly enjoyed it. Now, somewhere in the middle of the night, he lay awake, head pillowed on Leon’s broad chest, fingers playing in the man’s thick coat of hair while the big cowboy slept.
Two things were on Chad’s mind which kept him from sleep. First was what Leon had said about being a true cowboy. Would Chad really have to live out West? Would being a performer in Bill Cody’s show make him just a make-believe cowboy? Would that be enough for him to fulfill his dream?
The other thing was Bo. This was
