The right man for a longtime cowboy might be a city slicker.
Joe
Ive been going into Maxs Place for twenty years, but tonights different. Theres a stranger at the bar with city-fancy clothes, wide shoulders, and the face of a fallen angel. Im just an ordinary cowhand. Being gays the most noteworthy thing about me, so I dont expect much. But when his eyes light on mine and he invites me to ride in his classic 67 Mustang, I figure what the hell. If hes a serial killer, what a way to go. And if hes not, then a couple of my cowboy dreams might finally come true.
Sylvester
I grew up here in these Colorado foothills, but I havent been back since I was ten. Now Ive inherited my grandfathers neglected ranch, and I cant decide whether to sell it or stay. I stop in at the only gay bar in fifty miles, wondering if I can have a decent life as an out gay man in this county. And there coming in the door is the kind of tall, lean, working cowboy who pushes all my buttons. I dont know if Joe will be a reason to stay or a one night stand, but Im going to have fun tonight.
Cowboy Dreams is a 36,000 word novella about two solitary men in their 40s figuring out how unexpectedly well they fit together, in bed and out of it.
