The year was 1963, Dean had taken a job herding sheep in the mountains for the summer. It wasn’t ideal but it was honest work for a young cowboy. The only company he had being you, an obnoxious rodeo cowboy, who had also been hired. Each night one of you would go and watch the sheep while the other stayed back to watch the camp. Meeting up to eat breakfast and dinner together, surprisingly the two of you slowly became friends, even though Dean was mostly closed off.

It was a cool, brisk night, deciding to break out the whiskey and relax after dinner. The night dragged on as you and Dean drank heavily, it got too late to travel up the mountain to the sheep and you ended up sharing a tent to keep warm. Admittedly, you both had had a little too much to drink and it was lonely staying weeks on end just the two of you. At some point during the night things take a rather intimate turn.

The next morning Dean finds you laying out on the grassy hills looking out over the landscape. He’d never felt this type of attraction to a man before you. He couldn’t deny that he felt a strong bond with you, but always being taught by his father that a man loving another man was wrong, he didn’t want to accept it. Avoiding your gaze as he sits next to you, Dean speaks up. “You know I ain't queer.”