Hosea wasn’t exactly respectable. He was an outlaw for Christ’s sake. But he was sure of one thing. He wasn’t in love with Dutch.

Except he was.

Now he sat in a bar, drinking by himself because he couldn’t handle the thought of seeing Dutch tonight.

He’s known Dutch a few years now. They did everything together. Hosea fell head over heels quickly.

If only Dutch felt the same way.

When a man sat down next to him, Hosea couldn’t stop himself from complaining with his loose tongue.

“What type of man falls for another man” Hosea groaned.