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Beautiful - I like the way they complement each other, overcoming inhibitions. How difficult it must have been then to talk about something so intimate, not wanting to use any dirty words for it. Watching the trust and the love between them in the barber scene was wonderful, hearing Boone talking about using an enema - ingenious construction! - and then feeling their love for each other and their care - then hearing them promise for ever. Beautiful. It might just make me forgive you for saying that's it. But I do look forward to your epilogue. Thank you, Gary, for this beautiful story. And be well.

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The headline led me to expect something different, but what I read had me hooked immediately. I also liked your little trick of looking back on the scene in the office instead of following the timeline. I was wondering all the time why they would be buying horses first. Lemon with his hidden agenda... does not bode well, I'm afraid. I do hope that trouble won't unfold before they have made a few good friends. And I cannot help but think that a pair of watchdogs might be a good idea, too. I love how easy and happy the two of them are now. What a contrast to the constant tension and uncertainty of the first chapters. Thank you for another great chapter.

oh, it was hot, all right, but their intimacy and their happiness - words too weak - were far more shining

Beautiful and more than welcome on this dreary day, Gary! I wonder what more will come? Will they hit any obstacles buying their lots? Will they be accepted by the locals? Will they be able to prepare for winter? Will they take in orphans? There are so many ways this can go on, I just hope it does...

Great to be at Camp Refuge again. A wonderful present to start the new year with. And - although many have said this already - a very promising start. I found the scene in Eddie's apartment really harrowing, it made my heart ache for Lee, especially getting to know later that he had been there for three years... What a contrast to the last scene, where we see Lee getting a decent meal, one that he had made himself, too. I wonder how long it will take him to understand that he need not be afraid of our friends at the campground... and what it will take him to understand that. He seems - understandably - unable to trust anybody. I am also glad that his phone is destroyed which means that as long as Eddie does not come to get him he will be safe from that creature. but I am sure that we have not seen the last of that man. Thank you for this new story, Wayne!

I love the way the two of them circle around the issues, first how they check all the plots until they find the ideal ones - really like Eden - and then around their relationship, first talking about farms, then houses and then - finally about themselves and each other. How they find their way to expressing their love, both in words and in then physically, too. Great chapter, Gary. Wonderful present for Christmas this year! Thank you.

Dear Gary, enjoy Christmas Day and all the goodies you may be preparing for yourself. We will feast on deer tonight, Brussel sprouts in a cheese cream and I'll try a new potato dish. We just finished sampling our traditional Christmas cookies (old family recipes) and our "Stollen" (German Christmas cake). Winter this year feels more like spring, no snow as yet and none in sight. Here and there a lonely violet in blossom in the garden. All the best to you, Gary! em

It has been long. Indeed. I have lighted my candles, my 'traditional decorations' are lit, too, to cheer me and the people passing by up. Take care, stay safe and enjoy Christmas, my friend!

I need to add this: the loudest lines to me in your poem, Gary, are these: It’s for my own good While I await my four calls

In the original German poem or song, the Christmas stood for true love, evergreen, ever loving, ever growing. Not flighty or fickle. So, your tree - let it stand sparsely lit. You will still smell what it is, enjoy its green twigs, a sign of hope in our times of isolation and care. Let's hope for being together again and touching our loved ones. Why not? Yes, we may be alone now (how long has it been???), but there are phone-calls and emails, letters and chats. Remember, a letter once took days to arrive. We know now once more, what's really important. I was sitting at my desk, trying to pour my love for my loved ones into verses as there are no embraces in sight, no Christmas parties, festivities in the days up to Epiphany. Those days between Christmas and Epiphany - a never-ending party with ever more guests and friends and family.... This year it will be a truly quiet time. Silent. As the night. (There's a 9 pm. curfew over here.) Holy night? I'm not so sure... Feel embraced, my friend. Feel comforted. With thousands of miles between us, that is all I can send. em

I have been looking forward to the evening all day, trusting that the next chapter to your story would be posted by then. Thanks for making my day! Clever the two men are and careful, making a great team, complementing each other. They read people truly well! What I like most is the feeling I get from Coy that he is staying and not for just a short time. I like that the last sentence starts with laughter and "in unison", which I take as a sign of what I want to happen eventually.

No wonder Coy held back and pushed Boone away. And what irony, as it only shows how much he cared for him. What Coy tells Boone is just another example of what hatred and mindless egotism can do to others. As long as his brother lived Coy would never have opened up to Boone or even considered his feelings for his longtime friend. The scene where Will acts as if he was the judge on whom to allow to exist and whom not to is frightening - as it shows us his perfect willingness to take a life he thinks abnormal or whatever. He even threatens to kill his own brother, the only relative he has left!? I am glad the two of them can be on their own now and find out about themselves and each other. Thanks for telling us about Coy's past - and Boone's, too...

Beautiful ending to a chapter of cruel dreams and truth laid bare. Fitting too. Somehow they are on a good path to finding to each other, yet so much can still thwart them and destroy what they are about to find. Thank you for this chapter, my friend! Be well and take care.

His nightmares mirror his feelings, the fear, the fear for Coy. I guess it was good to go back to the place where he fell into the river and almost drowned. But how hard that must have been. I like the new, more self-confident Coy. Their friendship now seems to be on an equal footing, at least more so than at the beginning. I wonder where Coy found his self-confidence which he did not seem to have before. Maybe it is partly going after a person whom you suddenly miss and whose absence taught him how much he means. I'll try to be patient...

A real respite. I wonder, though, what both are keeping back from the other. I get the impression that not everything is out in the open yet. That will take time and some more moments in which they must decide what they really want. The last part raised the hope in me - or rather the certainty - that Boone will find the perfect place for him eventually. But he does not know yet, how much support he has in his friend and his animals. I love the idea that Blue trusts him and cares for him. Animals can be reliable judges of character.

Coy says: "I’d like to think I’ve growed up some since then.” He must have, because he really seems changed in some respects. But still he needed a father figure to tell him what was good for him... He was lucky that that man was the Sheriff. Not everyone would have been so perceptive and open to share his opinions. And - no doubt - Boone was lucky in that, too. More than doubly so. I like this chapter very much, Gary. Thanks for your fine writing!

"I'm sorry you're not connecting with this story as you have others of mine... but to be truthful, I kind of expected many wouldn't, so I'm not surprised." Dear friend, I have been wondering myself why there seems to be this distance. But I have come to no conclusion. It is not the style you have chosen, of that I am certain. Part of it may be because you have thrown us right into the middle of a crisis (or rather more than one) I cannot yet see or guess where the strands of narration might be going and I also feel that we are still missing some crucial scenes from the past of both men. Somehow it is not your style to start out with a central one out of three characters we get to know in the first chapters only to never have him appear again. So I guess that Coy will still play a role later on, but there I have my doubts. How probable would it be for Coy to find Boone in the "Wild West" (as we say here) again? You will know an answer to that question better than me. Of that I am certain. I also know what a great story-teller you are. So you may count on my following your story this time, too. Maybe it will worm its way into my heart and imagination.

Will Boone ever find what he is seeking? I can't help feeling we are in for a long story if they ever meet again. And if not, Boone still has to get over Coy and their years together. Coy never seemed as self-assured before as he acts on the day of Boone's departure. I get the feeling he is simply very honest and open, somehow more than he used to be now that they have cleared up everything. I do not know what it is about this new story of yours but somehow I find it hard to relate to it as if a vast distance lay between it and me. None of your stories has failed to draw me to them, so I will see where this one goes.

Lovely and heart-warming!

This sounds too good to be true. Everything seems to run like a well-oiled machine.

Andy is lucky to have an uncle as loving, well-off and well-connected all together as Scott is. Not everyone is so lucky...

At least there is an uncle who cares for him. But how will a young boy recover from such a trauma. Being abandoned by precisely those who were meant to care for and love him. What happened during those days he was on the road? How can Andy regain trust? Even if his uncle is exactly what he should be?

I will keep on reading it, promise!

This story is to me like one from another planet. I am not used to parents choosing their grown-up children's husbands or wives. Not used to the sort of conflict that may arise from having marriages arranged. And then class or caste playing a huge role, too. Obviously, that society is one where wealth tops any other consideration or most of them. To me this sounds like an Indian version of Cinderella's story. I am a bit bewildered by the emotional blackmail (if you love me, you will consent/understand...) and the deference to the parent generation, by the lengths people will go to get what they want (the wealth and luxury they are used to) even up to faking the intent of committing suicide. If Antonio is truly his mother's son he will make Praveen's life more miserable than I can imagine. My only hope for the marriage to work is if Antonio realizes that Bruce is not the one for him. Fat chance...