Hunted
Summary
As the rust-blue truck pulled up to the side of the Jeep Wrangler an hour and a half later, and Ben gave Ed a grin and a last kiss and gingerly exited the truck, full gas can in hand, he said, “Colorow’s in Durango, you say?”
“That’s the place,” Ed answered. “They’ll love you there. Just be careful. Cowboys can be rough.”
“You’ll be there sometimes?”
“I’m there often enough. Always up for some sweet ass.”
“I’d like you . . . again.”
“Me too,” Ed answered. “You’re something special. I don’t want to sound casual about it. You’re something special.”
Ben smiled, almost shyly. “Thanks, man,” he said, raising the gas can in salute.
“No, thank you,” Ed countered, turning his grinning face to the road, and raising dust and small stones as he pushed off.