Chapter 24: Promise Me You Won’t Do That
The good men always walk away, leaving me behind. As a rodeo weekender, I’ve experienced such activities a lot. Nate in Omaha. Baxter in Boise. Shane in Albuquerque. Every single one of them seemed to be very good men who are kind, smooth, soft-spoken, honest, and sexy as hell. And every single one of them walked away from me. Just like Corey walks away from me now. Heading for the horizon. The great and poetic despaired. The man who I have hurt numerous times: leaving him when I was eighteen, leaving him at twenty-eight, unable now to tell him that I love him.
“Corey, where are you going?”
He stops, but he doesn’t turn around.
“Come on back here, guy. You’re heading straight into coyote territory if you go that way. Both of us don’t want you to
