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he was cuddled up next to the one he loved – whomever that might be – watching them. His mother used to tell him if he prayed hard enough, God would listen.
    What a crock of shit.
    Deep in the sky’s Milky Way and lost in thought, he was startled by a sudden sound outside his door. Casey knew if it had been Hunter still standing there, he would have lost it. He dragged himself up from the twisted sheets, pulled open the door with one swift yank, and there he saw it.
    On the floor was a bowl of chili with a note underneath that read, “FEEL BETTER.”
    The gesture of kindness nearly undid him. Why was it a virtual stranger had done more for him in just a few days then McDermott had done in years? And Hunter hadn’t asked for a thing in return; not like McDermott who’d always been telling Casey all of the things he could do to make him happy.
    Maybe that was the problem, the thought struck Casey , as he walked back to his bed with the bowl of chili in his hand. Maybe he needed to stop thinking about all of the things he should’ve done for McDermott and start thinking about doing things to improve himself, but things that he wanted to do. If he wanted to prove to McDermott and the rest of the world that he could stand on his own two feet, it was time to stop making all of his decisions based on other people and start being his own person.
    Now he just had to figure out who that person was.
     
     
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    CHAPTER 12
    C asey entered the barn early the next morning with one thought on his mind: he had to tell the truth. He couldn’t stand holding it in and pretending he was someone he wasn’t. Besides, if he was going to be his own person, he couldn’t do it if he was lying about who that person was. The air smelled of fresh hay and stale manure while the sunlight danced across the yard.
    “Morning,” Hunter said, brushing the black stallion.
    “Here’s the thing,” Casey blurted out. “You say to be honest, so I’m just going to do it.”
    “Okay?” Hunter said.
    Casey took a deep breath and let it all go. “I was dumped, yeah. And it hurt like a bitch, yeah, but it wasn’t by a girl.”
    “Okay.”
    “Do you understand what I’m saying, Hunter? I’m gay.”
    Hunter stopped brushing mid-stroke to clear his throat. “Hand me the water bucket, will ya?”
    Casey wasn’t sure what to do or say next. He began to fidget with his pockets. “Oh...yeah. Here.”
    He handed over the bucket in the long, awkward silence.
    “He treat you bad?” Hunter asked.
    “Who?”
    “Your guy,” Hunter said.
    Casey shrugged and started walking toward him. “He was alright."
    “ Alright guys don’t kick their guys out for nothing.”
    “Well ...”
    “You say you didn’t cheat on him, so what’d you do?”
    “Nothing. Don’t you see?  I keep thinking about what I must have done and, ” he shrugged, “nothing. Never mind.”
    The only sound was the stroke of the brush, the horse’s sigh , and a few muted sniffles from Casey as he tried to hold back the tears.
    “Asshole," Hunter mumbled.
    "Excuse me?" Casey said, getting defensive.
    "Any dude who kicks his boyfriend out after four years ‘cause of nothin’ is a ... you know, asshole.”
    Casey worked up a smile. Hunter seemed as pissed off about it as he was , which felt good.
    “I f I ever see the guy, I’m gonna have to have a conversation,” Hunter said in his low warning tone.
    Casey rubbed the back of his hand across his cheek, scrubbing away the tears. A smile curved his lips as he realized that Hunter meant what he said. It felt good to have someone stand up for him again. He hadn’t had that since Stephen.
    He worked the brush in smooth circles the way Hunter had showed him, his hand working automatically as his thoughts went to the past.
    The year after Stephen had died, school had been particularly brutal. His brother was a hero. Casey was a scrawny sixteen year-old nothing with a feminine voice and a pretty face. He