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I do. I know him as one of the finest men on this planet. A man who owns one of the best clothing stores in Wyoming. The same man who walked away from his very livelihood at a moment’s notice to come to this god-forsaken town to take care of his father until his death.”
    He left the old man sputtering, his face screwed up like he’d eaten a bowl of lemons.
    Ezra walked back towards the truck and opened the door. He was shocked at the amount of blood on the seat and steering wheel. He hadn’t realized just how close Wyn had come to bleeding to death.
    Getting in, Ezra started the truck and rolled down the window to address the old bigot once more. “If my parents hadn’t raised me to respect the elderly, I’d probably be telling you to get your head out of your ass and look at people for who they are and not who they love. I might even be tempted to tell you you’re not worth the cow shit on the bottom of Wyn’s shoes. But I won’t say that, you being elderly and all. Good day.” Ezra rolled up the window and pulled down the drive.

    ROUGH RIDE
    Carol Lynne
    28

Chapter Five

    Pulling up to the house, Ezra went straight to the kitchen and fixed a pan of hot, soapy water. Grabbing a rag, he took his supplies back out to the pickup. As he began wiping the blood from the cracked vinyl seat, he felt the threat of tears.
    He wasn’t sure why. Was he mad at the old man, or was it something deeper? The red-brown stains belonged to a man he held close to his heart. Maybe that was it? Could even the thought of something happening to Wyn cause this kind of reaction?
    Shaking his head, Ezra rinsed the rag and continued his work. He hadn’t cried since Nancy’s funeral. Although he suspected the tears on that particular day were more out of a sense of guilt than love.
    Ezra stopped. Love? Was he in love for the first time in his life? No, no way. He’d heard people talk about being in love. It usually happened over time, not within days.
    Finishing up the truck, he sighed. He was in love, and it hadn’t been days, but years of longing to hold Wyn that brought it on.
    “What are you doing?” Wyn asked from the porch.
    With a deep breath, Ezra picked up the pan and turned around. “Cleaning up a bit.” Once he got a good look at his man, he whistled. “You look good enough to eat.” Wearing a pair of skin-tight jeans, white button-up shirt and chocolate brown leather vest, Wyn was every gay cowboy’s dream.
    Wyn looked down at his brown crocodile skin boots. “I didn’t want to get too crazy. I figured if I wore one of my sweaters into town, there’d be a lynching. This is close enough to let me feel like my old self.”
    Ezra walked up the steps and kissed his love. He was careful to keep the pan of dirty water away from Wyn’s clothing. “Give me fifteen minutes, and I’ll be ready to leave.” Wyn looked down at the reddish brown water. “I could’ve cleaned that.”
    “Yeah, you could’ve, but it’s done now.” He gave Wyn one last peck before going into the house. “Just let me grab a shower and change my clothes.”
    “Can I watch?” Wyn asked with a grin.

    ROUGH RIDE
    Carol Lynne
    29

    “I have a feeling if you watched, we’d never get into town,” Ezra said, pouring the dirty water down the drain.
    He noticed Wyn had shaved and changed his bandages. “Next time, I’ll help you with that,” he said, pointing towards Wyn’s face.
    Wyn nodded. “They aren’t as bad as I thought. I’ll still have scars though.” After washing and drying his hands, Ezra took Wyn into his arms. “If you had any idea what those jeans are doing to me, you’d know not to worry about a couple of scars.” He lifted Wyn and set him on the counter. “Better,” he said, closing in on Wyn’s soft lips.
    The kiss was everything he needed it to be. His revelation earlier had his head spinning, and as Wyn devoured his mouth, he felt centred.
    Wyn wrapped his legs around Ezra’s hips and pulled him closer.