“Fuck it, pass another up.”
“One more on!” Clem called up to his boyfriend. All he saw of Nathan over the edge of the huge stack of hay was his bare forearms, tanned, lean and scratched all to hell.
Nathan had driven over after an early dinner to help them with the third cut of hay, and while Cruz drove the first tractor dragging the baler behind it, Malik followed with the second tractor and the long hay trailer, and it was Clem’s job to throw the fifty pound bales up to his boyfriend who sta