Chapter 2: The Linear Bar
Tal was just a few years younger than me at twenty-nine, seemed physically fit concerning his five-ten frame, and had the most beautiful amber-hazel eyes that could drop me to my knees in just a few seconds. The owner of the Linear Bar had thick red hair, freckles on his cheeks and nose, and seemed a bit shy.
He bought the bar approximately three years ago after moving to Stockton County from Dallas, opened the place, followed all the laws of the land with accuracy, and made a fair living at serving drinks and bar food to fellow cowboys, both gay and straight. The Linear Bar was just like its name. Some men went into the place to dance with another man. Others simply wanted to sit at the bar, eat peanuts, drink a few beers, and watch a rodeo on the seventy-two i
