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against him, Jeff arched up searching for friction. Their chests were heaving when they stopped.
    “Good morning,” Clay said eventually, raising his head to nip at Jeff’s throat.
    “I need coffee.”
    “We’ll have to drive to get it. Want to clean up?” Without a hookup, the hot water was limited so both men did their best with washcloths and towels.
    Jeff watched Clay get dressed, regretting a society that made such a man wear clothes. “What’s that scar from?”
    “This?” Clay touched the scar on his side with his fingers. “Bull got me with his horns once.” Jeff nodded. He had scars too, and both of them were currently sporting a collection of bruises and scrapes from the falls and bumps they took.
    Regretfully, Jeff put his hat on. It seemed to signal the end of their intimacy, and he felt Clay begin to withdraw from their secret bubble, retreating back to the impersonal friendliness of two men who pursued the same prize.
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    “There’s a greasy spoon at the next stop. Want to get breakfast?”
    “Yeah. I’ll follow you.”
    Jeff returned to his own trailer. It was too early for most of the other people parked there to up be up and about.
    He followed Clay’s trailer out onto the highway, the hum of the tires a familiar backdrop to his life.

    WHEN they pulled in at the next major rest stop, Jeff walked into the diner behind Clay, nearly crashing into him when he came to a sudden stop. “What the fuck’s wrong with you?”
    “Caleb and BJ are at a table,” Clay hissed.
    “So? Let’s go sit with them.”
    “How’s it going to look, us walking in together?”
    “Like we met in the parking lot? Clay, we’ve known each other over two years.” Jeff waited, but Clay stood still, biting his lips. “All right, I’ll go over first. You eat at the counter by yourself if you want.”
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    turned away and stomped to the table, dropping onto the bench seat next to BJ and shoving him over with his hip.
    BJ yelped in surprise. “Geez, Jeff, why don’t you join us?”
    Muscling BJ over helped restore some of his lost good mood. Jeff stole a piece of bacon off his plate and munched on it. “Don’t mind if I do.”
    “Where’s your friend Clay?” Caleb asked.
    Jeff glared at the other man and opened his mouth to blast him but before he could, Clay walked over and asked,
    “Room for one more?”
    “Sure.” Caleb moved over, sliding his plate out of Clay’s reach. “Just asking Jeff where you were.”
    “Why would he know?” Clay demanded angrily.
    Caleb looked surprised. “Just you two keep an eye on each other, always trying to outdo each other. Figured that’s why.”
    “Okay, as long as that’s the reason.” Clay picked up a menu and held it in front of his face.
    Jeff hated how Clay’s mood had changed from when they were in the trailer. He didn’t quite know what to make of this thing himself, but damned if he was going to snap everyone’s head off over it.

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    Sensing danger, BJ talked just to fill the silence. “So, Caleb, how many times have you pulled old Terrence out of the dust so far this year?”
    “Who told that guy he could ride bulls?” Caleb asked.
    “He’s not that bad on a horse, but damn me if he can stick on a bull for the full eight.”
    “Get a load of his fucking sequins too. I suppose they like that sort of thing in the regular rodeo?” BJ asked.
    “Dude, it’s worse than it looks. Those things sting if he catches you in the face with them,” Caleb exclaimed.
    “He grew up in Vegas,” Jeff said.
    “Ah. That explains it,” Caleb said. “Still, he looks like a cowboy from a movie poster, not a proper bull rider. Kinda gay.”
    The dead silence made Caleb look up, wondering what he’d said.
    BJ struggled on. “Well, at least Terrence isn’t a dead loss on a bucking pony. I thought he used to do okay. I’m surprised he hasn’t broken a bone this year.”
    “It’s not if you go down, it’s when ,” Jeff recited. Clay glanced up and gave him a look of pure hatred that confused him.

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    “Season’s young,” Caleb said cheerfully. “Give him time.
    I trust Terrence to break something before the year’s