Twenty-Four Hours: A Gay Cowboy Romance

By Noel Slade

When Eli comes across two men together in his stables one night, his world is turned on its head. It just so happens that one of them is exactly what Eli needs in order to overcome the loneliness and anxiety that has taken over his life as a gay man in a small Texas town. Just how much can change in twenty-four hours? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noel Slade
• Release date: Jul 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513036663

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It was three in the morning when I heard the familiar sounds. Drunken kids, probably college students, were doubtless having a grand old time on my property. Again.

I sat up in my bed, groaning at the ache in my limbs. A couple years ago I’d never felt so old. Of course, a couple years ago the Brier River Company hadn’t been in business. The company had risen up out of nowhere, taking advantage of the Brier’s naturally winding currents. I hadn’t minded it at first. Then again, I hadn’t thought of the repercussions it would have on my small plot of land and the surrounding territory.

The river was only a couple of miles from the borders of my small ranch, but once it turned into a tourist attraction, it was as if its area expanded into my land, which wasn’t expansive to begin with. During the winter months, it wasn’t so bad, but right now, during the height of summer, people came in droves to enjoy the river’s fresh currents with rented tubes and rafts.

That wasn’t the problem, though. It was the young people—college kids home for the summer and eager to play and fuck at all hours. I couldn’t even count the number of times I’d heard them sneaking onto my property in the middle of the night. I’d always had keen hearing, but these past two years I’d honed it to the point where I could pinpoint rather accurately where they were around my house and yard. I didn’t usually call the authorities on any of the kids I came across, but boy did I want to sometimes. Mostly, I just shooed them off with a flashlight and a loud noise.

I couldn’t afford any kind of elaborate fencing to take care of the problem, so that was out of the question. I just had to deal with the incidences as they occurred. Like right now. I heard some heavy shuffling coming from nearby. I suspected it was a young couple looking for a private place to fuck. That’s what it was most of the time. A horny boy and girl rutting in my backyard, in my stables, and even on my porch on one occasion. I was tired of it, frankly. The couple on the porch had been too drunk and involved in themselves to even notice me coming out of my house to send them away. I’d stood there in the open doorway, trying to look imposing, my arms crossed over my chest, but it did no good. The young pair just kept on fucking. I hadn’t even bothered to tell them anything. That was the one and only time I’d called the authorities. It had been a boiling point for me. After that, I notified the