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Sidewinder - 14. Chapter 14 Trailworn

James 1: 3-4
Let perseverance finish its work so you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.





It was still dark when he woke, and their positions hadn’t changed. He was on his side with Coy pressed against him, one arm hooked around Boone’s hip. He could feel the man’s breath on his neck, and there was no ignoring the hard cock wedged between them. His own was in the same condition.

Yawning, he moved the covers from his face and tasted the fog. Its heavy wetness hung in the air, and he was thankful for the warm body sharing its heat with him. He wondered if all the summer nights in the Larkspur area would be this chilly. He supposed not, but these last few nights proved they were now a long way from Red Bluff.

Stopping in the middle of a second yawn, he realized his nightmare hadn’t returned. He’d slept through the entire night! Pulling the covers back up over his face, he closed his eyes, hopeful his nightly ordeal was over… and suspected Coy’s close presence would be the reason. It wasn’t often a man felt completely safe when traveling unknown country, but he felt that way in this moment. It was a blessing, but he didn’t kid himself. There was real risk in what they were doing, and it was up to him to make sure he didn’t get hurt again.

No need to get up yet… so he dozed, knowing the heat of the sun would soon arrive to burn away the fog. The next time he woke, Coy had shifted. He was on his back with his eyes open when Boone turned onto his back and looked over. “Guess it’s time to start the day,” he muttered as he wiped his face with his hand. A full body stretch followed, and Coy joined him in it.

“How’d you sleep? Any bad dreams?”

“Woke up earlier, but it was too warm under here to get up,” he said with a grin and a yawn. “No dreams at all… slept like the dead.”

“Same here. Nights are getting cooler the farther we travel.”

Boone yawned again. “Been climbing higher every day.”

“Everything’s changing,” Coy responded after a long pause.

“Yep… change is good. I haven’t tasted dust for weeks.”

“I don’t mind the evening chill. Lot less mosquitos than we had back at our old camp, and the animals surely like it.”

“So do I… they leave same time the sun does, which is the opposite of Red Bluff.” Boone groaned, feeling some ache in his bones from the constant riding. “Guess I’ll build up the fire and cook us some breakfast.”

“Still trout in the pot… make a good soup. Ah… Boone?”

Boone turned his head back towards his friend. “You been thinking again?”

“A bit. Been doing too much of that lately,” he said with a chuckle. “I just wanted to ask you… is it fine for you that we cozy like we’ve been doing?”

“What are you really asking, Coy?”

“I don’t know… I suppose I want to make sure, ah… did you agree just cause I asked you?”

Boone sighed. “Okay, let’s get this straight. We’re friends, and for sure I have some feelings—I don’t deny that—but sharing a bedroll don’t make me expect anything more than that. I told you I got a good idea what’s in your head, and whether I’m right or wrong, you ain’t gonna cause me hurt. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure having someone close is why I didn’t wake up hollering in the middle of the night, and why I slept so good the night before.”

A smile appeared on the Coy’s face, but it was fleeting. “I was hoping it would. It helped me with the twins’ passing when Ma took me into her bed. Never had another bad one after that. I just wish I was….”

“You wish you were what?”

“Ah… nothing important… sometimes the words won’t come right. Ah… can I ask you another question?”

Boone snorted. “The way you jaw lately, could I stop you?”

“Likely not,” Coy answered with a snort of his own. “Don’t you think settling down on a farm is dangerous... for you?”

Boone rose part way up and frowned at his friend. “Why would that be dangerous?”

“Just something I've been pondering. I figure moving around might be better. People wouldn’t pay you no mind… I mean… they wouldn’t get to know you like they would in a farming community, and it’d be safer that way. Will told me stories about what kind of terrible things can happen when folks find out, like hangings and….”

“You mean folks like Will was,” Boone said, finally getting the man's point, one that gave him powerful sadness. “I need you to listen to me, Coy. I ain’t gonna spread my business around, and I know I’ve got to be mindful of those who’ll believe what they will, but I will not let another person decide how I live. Never had a home of my own in my whole life. Hardly ever slept in the same spot growing up, and the closest I came to my own room was a cupboard in the kitchen. Never had a pa, and I’ve been alone since my ma died—until I met you—and was mostly alone even while she lived, god rest her poor soul. So, if that’s what my life means to be—if I’m meant to be alone—I’m accepting of it. But, I’ll be damned if I don’t buy my own place… a place that’s mine where I ain’t beholden to anyone’s kindness.”

“So that’s the reason? You want a place you can call your own?”


“Then why not… you could have a hunting cabin out in the woods. Don’t need to live among a bunch of farmers who know your business.”

“No! You’re not hearing me. I want to farm, and I get it’s not for you—”

“I didn’t say that!” Coy said, looking pure indignant as he sat up.

“No, you didn’t, but is it a passion for you? Because it is for me. I want to build something, you understand? I want to build a home. I want to grow my own food and raise stock, and hunt and fish, and raise a barn that will last a hundred years. I want to go to sleep at night knowing what I did that day mattered, and I want to wake up the next morning knowing what needs doing. I don’t want to spend all day with my back bent and my feet wet, standing in a river doing something that don’t give me a lick of pride! I don’t want to be herding and chasing someone else’s cattle and eating their dust day after day, either!” He lowered his voice, realizing he was sounding angry. “It’s what I’ve dreamed of since I was knee high to a grasshopper—I don’t want to spend my life moving from place to place and just making do—and now I’ve been blessed with enough gold to make it happen.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to get you riled.”

Boone sucked in a deep breath. “I’m not riled, Coy. It’s fair to ask, and I know there’s reason for fear, being like I am, but there is reason for fear with any life I choose. You hearing me?”

“Yep. I hear you, loud and plain. So… you’re intending to be careful?”

Boone nodded, trying to tamp down his frustration… not at Coy, but at how there was even a need for caution. “Course I am. From where I sit, Wes and Lee did just fine raising Dan and managing to be together for a lot of years. If it weren’t for Will, they’d still be doing that, and I think most thought they were just two nice old bachelors who took in an orphan kid. Never heard an unkind word about them, excepting from Will.”

“But we were pretty isolated out at camp, and no one paid us any mind.”

A sigh blasted out of Boone. “I need to get up and get moving. We’re burning daylight.”

“Boone, wait! I’m sorry, but it’s hard not to worry for you.”

“Like I’ve worried for you for years after seeing through your snake of a brother?” he snapped. “Don’t waste no worry for me, Coy. I don’t intend on letting my guard down again, or ever letting a man like Will into my life. Sure and certain, I didn’t do a good job of hiding what I felt for you, from your ma or him—or you—but I learned from that. I ain’t gonna run scared, but I’ll keep my life private, and if I find someone looking for the same, people can talk, but they won’t ever be sure. Lots of men share their life with another for different reasons, and lots of men don’t marry. Look at Sherriff Willard, for one, and there are lots of cowboys who never settle down with a woman.”

“That’s true enough,” Coy agreed with a thoughtful frown.

Boone just let the subject be, figuring enough had been said. He was about to get his morning started when Coy spoke again.

“Every cowboy on our cattle drive, ‘cepting the trail boss, was a bachelor. I never told you, but one of them wanted me to move my bedroll over near him one night. Wasn’t hard to figure out what he was wanting.”


“Yep, that’s him. How’d you know who I meant?”

“I remember the way he watched you. I knew the look… seen it a lot in the dance hall, and other places.”

“I told him I was staying put, and he never asked again.”

“He make you mad?”

“Nope… I can’t say he did. He was a nice enough fellow.”

“He was,” Boone agreed. Rafe had paid attention to him too, but he’d long before learned how to shut interested men down without any fuss.

“Did you and him…?”

“No. Back then I wasn’t accepting of who I was. I was beginning to, but he didn’t interest me none.”

Coy was watching Boone’s face intently. “I admire you, Boone.”

“What for?”

“Ah… there’s no one reason… just always have. Time to stop jawing, I suppose.”

Boone couldn’t help thinking being admired was a long drop from being loved. Had Coy made his choice? “You sure have been talkative lately.”

“Yep, but I’m learning.” Coy hesitated for a few seconds. “You know something? I gotta admit now Will kept me on a knife edge most of the damn time… hard to think like I do lately. Lot different with him not around.”

“Different is good.”

“Yep. Sure is.”


They rode for three more days before they found the road to Larkspur. It was late afternoon, and plenty of wagon wheel ruts were proof they’d reached the right spot. Some of the tracks looked like they were made by a four-horse stagecoach, likely coming and going from a town closer to the railway line to the south.

“Think we’ll get there by nightfall?” Coy asked.

“No telling how far it is, but I’d rather arrive in the morning. Even if we get close, I think we should set up camp one more night. No need to pay for a night in a hotel,” Boone said as they followed the tracks north, riding side by side.

“Fine with me. Last time we did that, I made a damn fool of myself.”

Boone, after making a suddenly flighty Blue mind his manners on the wide trail, disagreed. “You didn’t make a fool of yourself—you was grieving a loss, and anyways, that barkeep weren’t no friendly sort at all.”

“Wasn’t the loss I thought it was at the time… and I was talking about making a fool of myself with you.”

“You drunk wasn’t something I hadn’t seen before.”

“Not too drunk to try hauling you on top of me,” he muttered.

Boone hadn’t been expecting that subject to come up, or the remorse he heard in Coy’s voice. “You were grieving, and you thought I was all you had left, that’s all.”

“Maybe. That was the night I knew in my gut you were leaving, and I wasn’t thinking clear. It plumb terrified me you was soon to be gone, but it weren’t the right way to go about things, that’s for sure.”

Boone reined Daisy in, calling “Whoa” to Blue. “Was no harm in it. Sometimes we get ourselves in a mess at the worst times, and you thought that was something I wanted.”

Coy stopped a couple of feet ahead and turned to face him. “You didn’t want it, though, did you?” he asked with a shameful expression.

“Not like that… no, I didn’t,” Boone answered truthfully. “One time, I hoped you were made like me, but you’re not. You got nothing to be ashamed of. You hearing me?”

Coy scowled at Boone for an instant, but it softened to a sad smile. “Not even for punching you for something we both did?”

“Especially not that. I understand now more than I did, and you feared for me. We had no business doing that anyways. Listen good, Coy—we‘ve already been down this road, and you’ve been mixed up a while because of me, but the only way not to have regrets is to not make stupid mistakes.”

“And you and me would be one of those?”

Boone nudged Daisy into a walk. “Yep… because I can tell you still carry fear about letting me down, and that tells me plain it would be. Maybe you aren’t sure yet you’re not like me, but I can’t help you figure that out. So don’t be looking for me to try to convince you one way or the other, cause I won’t. Might could take you months or years to do so, and that’s between you and yourself.”

Coy, traveling at his side again, took his time in speaking. “You sure are a confounding man, Boone Dixon.”

Those softly uttered words surprised him—Coy had been doing a lot of that lately—but he was pretty sure he had the man figured out, even if he didn’t. “Suppose I am at times. Life is confounding, and that’s the truth of it.”


The land was full of little valleys and gullies, mixed with forest and small meadows, and not at all like what they’d been used to. Game sign was everywhere, and so was water, in the form of springs that bubbled out of the ground, and streams that crisscrossed the land. That was something different as well. Other than the one big river and a few cricks, water wasn’t plentiful around Red Bluff unless you dug a good, deep well. It all was beginning to feel right to Boone, and he was getting more and more excited the closer they got to Larkspur.

Coy complained about being tuckered out towards early evening, and after moving away from the winding road, they found a place near a little brook that sung quietly over some rocks. The spot was maybe five hundred yards in, on the downside of a tree-dotted hill, and it would do nicely to set up camp on. They hadn’t seen a single soul in their travels, but still, there was need for safety. Boone expected they weren’t more than a few hours from Larkspur, and that meant they would soon be seeing people.

Setting a snare in low brush, he heard the distinct sound of a wagon and team of horses thundering by. It was heading north as well, and judging by the speed, he figured it was trying to make Larkspur while there was still daylight. That meant they were close.

Supper was another rabbit, a curious one, killed by a bullet when Boone spotted him forty feet from camp. They cooked him up with their last piece of salt pork fat. It would be good to restock—their combined supplies were about gone, seeing as how they’d been stuck in one place while Boone mended.

“Can’t wait to turn in,” Coy said as he slurped up his last spoonful off his tin plate.

“I’m plenty tired, myself. I’ll clean these up, and then I’m hitting the sack.”

“Me too. Was going to gather some of those wild oats we walked through, but it’s getting too dark.”

“Are the oats gone?” Boone asked.

“Fed the last of them this morning.”

“We’ll get a sack in Larkspur.”

“We’ll get a lot of things in Larkspur. Could use a slab of bacon and some cheese. Wouldn’t mind an apple or two.”

“Low on beans, flour, and sugar too. Got some salt and coffee, but they won’t last more than a couple of weeks.”

“First thing we do is go to the bank?” Coy asked.

“I reckon, but I still have two double eagles in my boots for supplies.”

“Saw those. I got the same in mine,” Coy said with a grin.

Boone chuckled. “I’m getting kind of used to them. Maybe we should find the land agent first and see how things work.”

“I suspect you give them money and they give you a paper if’n we… if’n you find a good piece of land.”

“Like what I’ve seen so far. I just hope all the available land ain’t sold off.”

“Will you move on if it is?”

“Won’t have much choice, but I reckon the agent will know where to head.”

“So, you plan to keep looking till you find something?” Coy asked, his tone striking a nerve with Boone.

“Of course. You hoping I won’t?”


“You sure?” Boone challenged.

“Yes! I might be worried for you, but I want you to find the right piece of land, I swear, and I intend to help… if’n you want me to.”

“You don’t need to put me ahead of what you want to do.”

“I know that,” Coy said, sounding hurt.

Boone felt bad for making a fuss for no reason, and chalked the tension up to being tired. They hadn’t shared a bedroll the previous night—Coy had asked, but he’d said no, that it was warm enough… and it was. He’d had no dreams, but he hadn’t slept well at all, and knew from listening to his friend toss and turn in his own bedroll, he hadn’t either.

It’d been a hard thing for Boone to turn down, but getting used to being that close was doing him no favors. He’d been holding his breath, waiting for Coy to tell him what he wanted to hear, but he hadn’t, and Boone figured the physical closeness was only confusing the man more… and maybe him too.

“Sorry. I do know you want that for me, and I appreciate you keeping me company and wanting to help… I truly do, and of course I want your help. Long as you’re comfortable with sticking around.”

“Closer we get to Larkspur, I reckon… ah, pay me no mind,” he said, sounding unsure… and worn out. “I’m gonna piss and go to bed. I’ll check on the horses.” He stood up quickly and turned away, striding off with shoulders hunched.

Yep… Coy might not know what his future held, but he knew what it didn’t… leastways, that’s what Boone saw. The last of his hope up and went, right along with Coy.

They let the fire die down, and climbed into their separate bedrolls. This time there was no request from Coy for cozying, even though the night was nearing on chilly again, and the silence between them seemed to grow as they settled in for the night.

Boone finally turned over, away from his friend. It turned into another long and lonely night, and while he was excited for his future, he couldn’t shake the sadness he felt deep in his bones.




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51 minutes ago, Wesley8890 said:

Another great chapter. Boone baby ypu do you and ignore those who want to talk.

Lol. Great advice to Boone, Wes. :)  I think Coy finally is hearing what makes Boone tick. Wouldn't it be nice if people just lived and let live. The world would be a so much better place. :yes:  Thanks, buddy... glad you liked this one. Cheers! :hug: 

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31 minutes ago, 84Mags said:

Boone’s impassioned comments about why he wishes to farm really resonated with me. One side of my family is generations of farmers, complete with the crops, livestock, dirt and callouses, plus the now 100+ year old barns Boone mentioned.  You eloquently articulated what it means to be a farmer.

I had ‘bachelor’ great uncles and ‘old maid’ great aunts that in today’s world could love and live more openly.  I ached for Boone as he talked about his solitary life.  Farming and the land are meant to be shared.  

I'm so pleased to hear this, Mags! A lot of farmers in my background too, and hundred year old bank barns, and even some log buildings. My childhood included a bunch of years living across from my aunt, uncle, and seven cousins' farm. It was the best time of my life, with many an adventure, and long, long, long walks to a one room schoolhouse. I'm glad you found this aspect of the chapter relatable. Boone was speaking from his heart, and Coy got a good look at what Boone is about. We can know people for years, and not really know what motivates them. 

I ache for Boone too... he has a tough life, and what he wants is nothing grand or exciting... he just wants a place to belong, and a person to belong to. I hope he finds that. I had a spinster aunt as well, and an uncle who never remarried. I see them clearer now, and I wish they were still around so I could give them a hug. 

Thank you, my friend, for the wonderful comment. Cheers... Gary.... :hug: 

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Sigh...just when we seem to be making a little progress on the issue of the nature of this relationship, Boone has the uncanny knack of shooting himself in the foot.  It seems obvious that Coy is working through his questions but Boone just can't see it as any positive change, going back to even wondering if Coy should settle with him....

The feel of this story displays much research and compassion, just as we'd expect from G-Man, and he points up pretty well that although times have changed to some degree, in many ways the fears of gay people remain essentially the same.

Looking forward to a better day, both for our boys and ourselves, my dear!

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2 hours ago, Albert1434 said:

 Well another great and well written chapter. God I just hope these two come to there sense's and see how good the things they have are! And Boone being so hard to talk to isn't helping :yes: I wish that Boone will at some point let Coy in and they could have a wonderful life together! We will have to see what happens!

I do think that writting this piece is a good challenge can be so easy all the moving place to place!

Loving this story thanks so much for sharing:thankyou::worship:

Writing this story has been a challenge, for a variety of reasons, but in full disclosure, I've loved it. I feel like I'm taking a trip too, even now, with preparing each already written chapter for posting. I'm pretty certain I will write another western someday, and who knows, maybe I will convince more readers to like them. :) 

This isn't just a physical journey... both men are taking their own personal ones as well. Boone does have his defenses up, but he is doing his best to be honest with Coy, because in the end, he wants them to be in a good place. But it's not as simple as wanting Coy to stick around... he doesn't want to drive him away or cause him grief. Coy, as well, is showing that he's considering every word they speak. I absolutely love their conversations... there were three in this chapter alone, and each one had real emotion in them... and some seesawing, as thoughts are expressed and fears are illuminated. These kind of human interactions are what I love best about writing. :) 

Thanks, buddy. I really appreciate your interest and your kind words. Cheers! :hug: 

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2 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

It’s hard to watch and listen to these two men as they try to talk out what they can’t quite say or hear. Coy is saying as plain as he can that he feels kind of lost without Boone; nor can he stop worrying about what others might think as a way of avoiding how he feels. Boone can’t seem to say he likes Coy, without pushing the man away in the next breath. Perhaps time and a new beginning will afford them more clarity. 

Good observation, Parker. There may be some avoidance from Coy on how he feels, and it's hiding behind his worry for Boone's safety. :unsure2: Yet, I really don't think he is holding back so much as he doesn't know what he wants from life. Boone, and we, are in this process with him, and it can be frustrating for everyone. Still, he's getting there. They are talking at a depth they never have before. That kiss before the punch sounds like it was impulsive, and something neither man was quite ready for. They didn't know each other on the level they do now. 

Boone has readily admitted his feelings for Coy, a number of times, but he does bend over backwards not to put any pressure on his friend. Welcome to a dance where one man is waltzing and the other is doing a two-step. :P  Larkspur is on the horizon... we'll see if the dance continues... thanks and cheers! :hug: 

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2 hours ago, KayDeeMac said:

Yes, I agree with CincyKris, rejection is a very sour pill that often leaves a lasting bad taste causing one to build a wall of protection for self preservation!  It will take Coy many more concrete steps and admissions to allow Boone to lower his shield - BUT - I am hopeful!  Always the romantic - so shoot me!  Great chapter Gary!  Thank you, David.

Hey, David! You're right that rejection is tough. Above all else, Boone is trying to be a good friend, while at the same time not wanting to get hurt again. Yeah, Boone has walls up, but I don't think they are all that thick. It's Coy who has more to figure out... meanwhile, Boone has prepared himself for whatever the man decides. 

And if they shot men for being romantic, I'd have been filled with holes decades ago. :)  Nothing wrong with hoping either... happiness can come when we least expect it, and in ways we didn't consider. So, don't worry, you're safe with me... I won't let anyone shoot you. ;) 

Happy to hear you liked this chapter... it might be one of my favorites. :D  Cheers, my friend. :hug: 

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1 hour ago, centexhairysub said:

I just don't think that Coy really knows what he wants yet; well he does, I think but the fear is still there.  Boone wanting to be tied to the land is a primal urge in some.  It gives them a way to tie themselves to something solid that you know will be there long after you are gone.  

I hope that Boone does not give up on Coy, I know that he doesn't want to push him in either direction; a sign of a truly good man, but he needs to stay the course and be there for him while Coy wrestles with the decision on how his life will go.

Just so well written, the eloquence and description of the land is first rate.

Hey, centex. Exactly! Coy has no idea what he wants, other than he doesn't want to leave his best friend. And yeah, he has so many fears, and they are almost always the reason he begins conversations with Boone. 

I always had that primal urge to own land. It didn't take me long out of my teen years for it to happen either, so I think I really understand Boone. My family moved around a lot as a kid... my mom was a single mother for a bunch of years, and I always craved that stability we eventually found. 

I understand your fears for Boone, but I don't think he will ever give up on Coy, no matter what that means. He knows what it felt like to ride away from the man a few months back, and that was a lesson learned. It would have to be Coy who goes anywhere. Right now, as I said at the beginning, I don't think Coy has any certainty about anything.

Thank you so much for the kind words about my writing... I do try, and eloquence is a beautiful word. :)  Cheers! :hug: 

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1 hour ago, spikey582 said:

Well maybe Coy could accept what he wants and come to grips and work through his fears if Boone would stop projecting his fears onto Coy and pushing him away...

Hey, spikey. I get your point, but I don't see it as Boone projecting his fears on Coy. Coy is asking questions and he is answering them, as honestly as he can. And yes, he's telling Coy his dreams, the way he looks at his life and who he is... and part of that is his fears, and one of them is that Coy doesn't know what he wants, and Boone doesn't want to get hurt. Coy might not know everything Boone is thinking, but he does know Boone loves him, so if he isn't choosing Boone, what would that tell him? These talks they're finally having are filled with emotion on both sides, but Boone isn't pushing Coy away. He wants him around... he wants him to stay close, but he also wants him to come to his own decisions about what his life should be, whether it's farming or moving on. Maybe part of that approach is that Coy wasn't thinking for himself before, with Will constantly exerting influence, and Boone doesn't want to do that. So... is it really pushing him away... or is it giving him space and the respect Boone feels he deserves? After all, Boone is the one in limbo... if Coy is as well, it's because he isn't sure what he wants. Anyway, that's my take on these guys and what's happening. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, buddy... much appreciated. Cheers! :hug:  

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9 hours ago, Bard Simpson said:

Boone you Muppet. He's so frustrating insisting that he knows better than Coy about everything in life. He can't spot the numerous signals that Coy is naturally, if inadvertently sending, about his need to be around Boone. Quite simply, you can't get a stronger indication that Coy has thought long and thought hard about buying a place with Boone than this:

“I suspect you give them money and they give you a paper if’n we… if’n you find a good piece of land.”

Boone also denies Coy's desire to want to sleep together even on a warmer night. 

In fact, Boone is proving fairly inept at reading anything but bad-minded people. Everything is now being interpreted from a negative perspective. For instance, Coy's message about being safer out in the wilderness, was really Coy needing to feel safe with Boone, when he lives with him. They are all thoughts going through Coy's mind, right now and Boone is missing each and every one of them by being focused on himself and the difficulties he has endured most of his life. In fairness, you can't blame him. But he needs to realise that he's not some wise old Oracle but just a kid the same age as Coy, who he's patronising.

How long will it be before they invent the gaydar? :gikkle:

Thanks for winding me up Gary. It really is what you do best :hug:

Muppet? Lol. Winding folks up is what I do... it's my job. :P  So. Really? Is that what's he's doing? Insisting he knows better than Coy about everything in life? I really had to think about that, buddy. I must admit that's not how I see the man at all. In fact, I see him as having gotten down on himself, and a man who admits his mistakes. He loves Coy... has forever, and yeah, it might be fair to say he's ignoring some of Coy's back and forth with himself. He doesn't see them as signals, but as signs of an inner turmoil, and remember, he's been there and done that in trying to come to grips with his own identity. He knows Coy is struggling with caring for him.. and as I've said before, he will NOT interfere with that. 

As far as your quote, you make an excellent point, Bard, but remember these guys are used to being in concert with one another and 'we' is their normal pronoun. Absolutely, this could be a sign, but if you were Boone, trying not to get your hopes up, would you see it as such... would you allow yourself to see it as such? Do you get what I'm saying? See, there's more than two perspectives here. There's Coy's, there's Boone's, and then there is us readers, who, because we are not involved, can see things in a different way. We have the benefit of clear vision... Boone... and Coy... do not have that benefit yet. They are in it... in the process of becoming comfortable with who they are individually, and as friends.

So... Boone cosied with Coy for three nights, but I think it might be fair to say he denied himself of something when he put a stop to it. Once again, he sees it as confusing Coy... and setting himself up for more hurt. Both men appear to be suffering from Boone's decision. :( 

I don't dispute what you say about Coy's process... about what he might be thinking, which brings me to you believing Boone is inept at reading situations and people, and that he is patronizing. Coy's struggling... we all know that, but like Boone, we are not in his head. Boone is giving him every opportunity to say whatever he wants, but so far, Coy has held back. I see Boone as totally focused on helping Coy without influencing him. I harken back to their conversation about the Ten Commandments, the bible, and how Boone reconciled religion with who he was. That was incredibly personal... but he shared it because he thought it would help Coy with his attempt to think for himself. His talk about disappointments as well, that was for Coy's benefit. "I can be disappointed..."  He made a point of saying he wouldn't be disappointed in Coy, again, for his benefit. I have so many examples in my head of Boone putting Coy first... but I'm beginning to write a book here. :P  So... patronizing? All he's doing is answering Coy's questions from a very honest and vulnerable place. That's just my opinion. :) 

Whew. Too much work for my brain... great and thoughtful comment, my friend, and I thank you for it. As far as gaydar, I think Boone might have it, and the fact he isn't sure about Coy tells me Coy isn't sure about Coy. :yes:  Cheers! :hug:  


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5 hours ago, dughlas said:

Coy is evolving ... and I like it. Boone seems stuck in denial ... that bothers me.

Coy is working through the strictures placed on him by his momma and brother. He's sorting what he thinks and feels for himself.

Boone seems determined that Coy can't feel for him what he feels for Coy. I think he's wrong.

These are two virile young men and young men tend to focus on the physical expression of their affections but you don't have sex 24/7/365. You do spend much of that time in companionship. Much as they've been doing since they met. I once asked a counselor how I could love and marry a woman if I was gay. He told me love and sexual orientation didn't negate one another and that orientation wasn't a this or that but a scale. I believe Coy loves Boone beyond just friendship. Is he "gay"? I don't know. Could he share himself with Boone? I think so and quite happily.

For now I intend to enjoy the journey and leave it to the hopeless romantic spinnin' this yarn to make it happen.

Thanks, dugh. I agree... that's a good word for what's happening with Coy. He is evolving, and none of us know where he will end up because he doesn't know himself. Is Boone stuck in denial? Possibly, but I think he sees himself as trying to be there for Coy without confusing Coy. For the most part, he knows the man better than anybody, and he knows he's in a struggle to find his place in the world, something Boone is familiar with. He really doesn't want to be another Will or mother for Coy, who exerted their views of the world on him.

Aa far as what Coy might feel, you're right. Boone doesn't want to get hurt again, and that's where his determination lays. So yeah, he could be wrong... but he also could be right, which would break his heart again. 

I had a doctor tell me the exact same thing as yours did. It was a real tipping point in my life. I have to agree that Coy does love Boone more than friendship, but what is looming now is whether he could be comfortable with the physical... or the commitment. It's okay for us to hope....

No matter what happens, if we don't enjoy the journey and suffer along with them, I have not done my job. It means a lot, bro, that you have faith in me. :hug:  

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