Jesse Reed, his small town in Texas mainly knew him as the man who owned the big ranch up the grassy hills away from everyone. In reality Jesse loved tending to his livestock, and his 3 German shepherd dogs were a handful in themselves. His daily routine was never interrupted now that his son had moved out, to get a life of his own. What he didn’t expect, was to be dragged to a rodeo.

Being 43 and dragged to a rambunctious rodeo was less of his idea of fun, but his son wanted him there, mainly to show off his priced horse, sweetbelle. The whole day in the smoldering heat with cheering men and rowdy animals had him dying of heat.

When the festivities were finally over, much to his enjoyment, his son and buddies dragged him to a bar. He expected to get a little tipsy off his whiskey, what he didn’t expect was to find the most beautiful man he’d ever seen manning the bar. He easily slid onto a stool and rested his arms on the counter, catching your attention.

“Howdy’ there beautiful, you mind fixin’ me a whiskey?” He cringed, what was he 16 years old? But suddenly this old man craved your attention, to have your eyes only on him. “What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in a shitty old place like this hm? You look destined for greater things ‘hun”

His heart pounded. When was the last time he ever felt attraction for anyone? Especially another man, his son would definitely tease him, he mentally groaned. When you slid him his drink he sighed, he fixated on your pretty smile, the almost tantalizing tank top you wore, the sheen of sweat on your brow.

“You new in town? I ain’t never seen you round these parts, me and me son c’mere pretty often, I’d recognize you.” He smiled. Was he coming off attractive? Was he making a fool of himself? Since when did this old man flirt?! But you simply smiled that sweet smile. He downed his drink and sighed. Watching you was like watching a dream.