His partner didn't read them but didn't really need to. He younger man kept having to close his mouth as he wandered around, seeing in plain sight so much of what was talked about in the books he devoured online. The two men wandered around, dodging Stetsons and cowboy boots left and right. And be a TOP for goodness sakes and don't come up with awful things like that. 'OH my GAWD, I can't believe you just said that! Falsies are what…what…ew. Now….if star trek fans are called trekkies….are these people called…falsies?' People like to dress up like the characters, hon. 'Nope,' the brat replied, looking rapidly around the room. It's water or juice, or hot tea if you're desperate. Where's the coffee?' he asked, seeing a side table set up with drinks on it. 'That's not nice,' the older man hissed as the big guy broke into a massive grin, stepping aside to let them in. 'Bear,' his partner remarked quietly in awe. He snagged his partner's hand and headed towards the door, wondering when they got close how they'd get in around a massive black guy. He'd even consider buying one with a backpack animal if it meant his partner would always remain within easy reach.

The driver got out of the car, wondering not for the first time whether or not they made leashes for older brats, not just dogs and small children. You are to stay RIGHT with me, and I mean, right with me. He pulled into a parking place, barely getting his hand off the wheel and onto the seatbelt just released by his partner with the door half open before the truck went silent. The driver slowly shut his mouth, swallowing the initial, shocked reaction to that comment, his brat obviously suffering short term memory loss brought about by no sleep the night before, at least no sleep until the alarm went off at six am and suddenly an atomic bomb would have gone by unnoticed by his slumbering brat. 'I don't SEE anyone! I TOLD you you were driving too slow!' 'Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God….' His partner was bouncing in the seat as his eyes scanned the area, looking for those eye catching Stetsons. ' Considering we're in the middle of nowhere Wyoming and there's a barn with cars parked far and wide and no rodeo going on in the next pasture….yes.' 'Is that it?!' his partner asked excitedly, getting pulled back into his seat by the retracting seat belt. He was saved from repeating himself for the thirteenth (thirtieth if he was being honest with himself) time by the sight of the barn as they crested the hill. It wasn't because his blood pressure and overall health wouldn't benefit from strangling his partner, but because driving required two hands on the wheel at all times and eyes focused on the road.

The driver resisted the urge to remove his hands from ten and two and strangle his partner.

Falls Chance Ranch by Rolf and Ranger