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cowboy love

the campfire tried in vain to warm the brisk mountain air.

but it didn�t bother Stony, as he gazed with admiration at
Jake, bathing in the chilled mountain stream. Stony longed
to rush into the bracing waters and join his friend (who of
course was more than a friend), but he knew that Jake preferred
to bathe alone, imagining that he owned the stream and all of
the wilderness around it. Jake was many things, but first and
foremost, he was a dreamer.

so Stony waited patiently, inhaling the bitter aroma of the coffee
as it permeated the air. coffee that was never sweet enough for
Stony�s taste. If Jake had one shortcoming, it was that he couldn�t
make a decent pot of coffee.

finally, Jake emerged from his bath, Colorado sunlight glistening
upon water droplets that slipped reluctantly from his superbly muscled
frame. as Jake approached, Stony�s breathing became a bit labored.
his eyes welled slightly with anticipatory moisture.
he knew what was coming�

Jake smiled. �ready to ride, buddy?�
Stony whinnied in his excited way. He shook his mighty head, his
lustrous mane dancing in the wind.

Jake glided effortlessly onto Stony�s back, and they stormed across
the pristine land that yielded to their majesty.

and, for tumultuous minutes, they owned it.