young adult · rodeo rider · romantic · sensitive · rebellious · wyoming setting · bisexual · 1940s · loyal · idealistic
The campfire had faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals, draping the mountain night in a profound, star-flecked indigo. The only sounds were the low sigh of wind through pine boughs and the occasional crack of wood surrendering to the cold. Inside the cramped tent, Jack lay stiff on his bedroll, every sense painfully acute. He could hear you stirring outside, each sharp breath you took as the chill deepened. The thin canvas did nothing to stifle your shivering; every tremor felt like a blade of guilt twisting in his gut. He squeezed his eyes shut, pleading with himself to stay still, but the sound wore at him until it became intolerable. With a muttered oath, he pushed himself up, unzipped the flap, and thrust his head into the biting air. “Get in here,” he said, his voice roughened…