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Cowboy Rub Down
Copyright 2012 by Penelope Rivers
ISBN: 978-1-61829-050-2
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Cowboy Rub Down by Penelope Rivers
When Norman got on his horse, it was as though the whole world stopped to watch. He
was fast, he was graceful, and he could get around those barrels faster than anyone else
could that Tim knew. Tim could remember watching Norman ride for the first time when
he was twelve, and ever since then, he would come by every day to see his hero gallop
around the arena on his black horse.
Tim would never say a word. He had always been too shy. After all, Norman was the
type of guy that was popular with the
gals.
Not that it was a surprise. Some states had
volleyball, others football, but here in Wyoming, they had their horses.
“Here again, are you?” asked the stable hand, Randy. He was an attractive enough fellow
with tan skin from cleaning up the outdoor horse corrals and riding his horse, Firefly. He
wasn’t in the same league as somebody like Norman, though.
“Reckon he’s going to notice you soon?”
Tim flushed deeply and said, “No, Randy. I don’t think that he ever will. Look at them
over there by that tree. All those gals want him something awful.”
Randy was somewhat of his best friend here. Tim’s father owned this stable. Randy had
come along when Tim was thirteen, and within a few days, he had said, “You’re in love
with that fellow, Norman, aren’t you?”
At first, Tim had denied it. As years went on, though, there was no use. He was as
entranced as a horse over an apple.
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“Can I ask you something?” Randy asked, his voice a deep rumble.
Tim nodded.
“What makes you love that fellow so much? Why don’t you ever love somebody else,
someone like me?”
“That’s just silly,” Tim said, turning around. For a moment, the brim of his cowboy hat
blocked Randy from his view, but then he readjusted, seeing the same grin. “Now why
would you go on saying something like that? You would never want to make love to a
man, would you? You’ve never lusted after one, have you? I reckon you would be much
better off if you just stop asking such dumb questions.”
“You may be getting all them high marks at that fancy college of yours, but you sure are
as dumb as a filly in heat sometimes.”
When Tim opened his mouth to retort, he discovered that Randy had disappeared. Randy
did that a lot. Sometimes Tim wondered whether he had some sort of magical powers
because he always seemed to know whenever he was in trouble.
***
“Randy,” his Pa said, “I want you to stay late and clean up after Dixie and Mary Beth.
That dumb boy, Norbert, is sick again. Sometimes I wonder why I ever employed such a
fellow to begin with. He’s sick more often than your mother was during her first months
of pregnancy.”
“Yes, Pa.”
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His father was a strict man with a mustache and a funny grin. If he ever found out that
Tim was lusting after another man, he probably would have gotten his belt and whipped
him until he was licked. That was why Tim kept his sexual preferences a secret, except
for with Randy who knew everything; regardless, of whether he told him or not.
“Alright, get on with it then, boy.”
But just as Tim was about to pick up his shovel to start moving manure from Mary Beth’s
stall, he heard a rhythmic thud from outside, thud, thud, thud. For a moment, as he leaned
through the open entrance of the horse stable, he thought that he was seeing Norman
flying around on his black magic horse. Instead, it was Randy. He was riding on Firefly,
his paint quarter horse that he had saved from a “glue farm” two years earlier. He had
trained Firefly himself and planned to ride her in the rodeo next fall.
Placing his shovel by the tack room, he trotted outside and began to watch Randy gallop
around the arena full speed. Currently, he was shirtless from the yard work that he had
been doing at Tim’s father’s request, and his muscles were sweaty and hard. Firefly was
also getting steamy, his mouth frothing where the bit of the bridle met the back of his
teeth. There was one word for what Randy and Firefly were together: perfect.
After Randy spotted him a half an hour later, he drew Firefly to a stop and grinned down
at him, saying, “I had no idea that you were watching me, Tim. I would have put on a
fancier show.”
Tim grinned. “I thought that was pretty fancy, if you ask me. Norman better watch out.
Some of them lovely gals might become fans of you instead. It’s amazing what you’ve
done with this here Firefly.”

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