Separated from the cowboy he loves, Jake must find his way back or die trying, but not alone. Together with the help of his new pal Frank Ward, a farm hand turned robber, they must endure all the dangers and desires of the rough and wild west to the end of the trail or to the end of a rope.
The moon is full overhead, illuminating the campsite with light and shadow from the surrounding trees. A splash and a lower octave voice lure Jake toward the origin of the sounds. Twigs snap underfoot as he walks out the cramps. Pulling back some brush by the shore, he watches as Frank and Cole skinny dip in the lake hidden from plain sight.
Cole grabs Frank and pushes him underwater. Frank lunges up, breaking free, tries to turn the tables and get a hold of Cole, but Cole is stronger and manhandles him into a headlock as he walks him to shore in control. The water drips off their nude bodies, their feet still submerged in the cool lake, and Cole wrestles Frank around in a new position maintaining the headlock but now from behind.
“What cha doin’, Cole?” Frank’s heart beats fast and the butterflies pound his stomach.
“Nothing you don’t want.” He pulls Frank closer, slightly loosening the headlock.
“What the hell is this? Jake stumbles, the dream dripping away, and he tries to cover his manhood with the thin blanket.
He lies in the bed, his shirt off and pants unbuttoned, with a hand holding the only gun he has. “I was only lying down with you, nothing else.” Jake stands up and lets his hand drop, showing off the bulge in his jeans. He finds his body reacting against his will. He drops the sheet in favor of his jeans and finds that they are hard to pull up over a bulge of his own.
“Frank, I can’t, you know that.”
Frank puts his arms around him from behind so he can see their reflection together in the mirror. “One of these days…” He kisses the sweat from Jake’s neck.
Jake exhales and leans back in the moment, lingering before pulling away. “You are trouble.”
“And you are one mighty fine looking man, Jake.”
Jake breathes deeply again and smiles. “Dusty is my world, you gotta understand.”