It was hot and dusty, and there was Reb looking so damn good, so close to being perfect. Harry found it hard to swallow. When he did, he tasted hay, the familiar smell that followed Reb, mixed with the acrid taste of dirt and sweat. Reb was sitting on the fence not looking at Harry. Instead, he was looking off into the distance. Harry could hear the horses moving about, hear the buzz of flies, and see the swarms of gnats that seemed to materialize in mid-air during the warm months. It must be summer because he was hot, the air was sizzling, and the longer he stared at Reb, the more he thought he could see the heat moving in waves around him.
“Crazy, crazy things go through a guy’s head in this heat.” Harry heard Reb’s voice, even though he knew Reb hadn’t spoken. Reb still hadn’t even loo
