A couple hours later, he wakes hungry, and we go downstairs for a meal, then walk around town as the evening is pleasant. The whole time I keep thinking on what we’ll do back in the room and how good that knowing is, but also how it feels with him at my side right now, walking together. Couples pass us, men and women, and I consider how the man puts it to the woman and so must be feeling as I do, going to get into her because she’s his. I glance at Evan, who I now consider mine.
We down a few whiskeys in the saloon, unnoticed by one and all, just two more cowpokes wetting away the dust. But as we stand at the crowded bar, Evan slips a hand to my crotch and prods. I can’t help but grin because nobody knows what’s between us, and this secret makes it all the better. I don’t even want to hur
