.. it wasn’t our job to solve the mystery. We weren’t trained investigators — Autry was. But he was also feeling the pressure from Governor Lesl...e and his team.All in all, it was a puzzle. The three saloons, each made out of brick, were locked up after hours. Of course that didn’t mean that extra keys couldn’t be floating around. Or, perhaps a window was left unlocked.Well, Cayuse and I would concentrate on prevention. We’d had some experience in that area.One evening Cayuse and I were walking. He watched her sluggishly stroll away with the load of books. He huffed, knew immediately that his friend likely had fallen for the author in those short few days. Stew’s observation, Rosangela was desperate to deny to herself. She wanted to believe it was impossible to want more from something that wasn’t meant to be more than just fucking. And that’s how she tried to keep it. Rosangela continued with her daily life and as it continued, she saw not one glimpse of the author Victor Hardway. But they didn't and I eventually, with nothing on my mind but sucking that cock. I went home and couldn't wait until I go another opportunity to go back. For weeks all I could think about was sucking that cock. a Few weeks later I returned to the Book store and I went to the same booth, but it was taken. I was so frustrated, in my head that was the only booth this would happen in. So I walked around the booth area, and wandered into the theater showing Gay movies. There were a few guys. I worked on that posting all winter long. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever go through with it. But as soon as the snow released its hold on the backcountry and the trails opened up I knew I had to give it a try. Thursday nights were open stage at the local Youth Hostel and a lot of town residents attended this weekly social event. I tacked up my posting, amongst much clutter, on the bulletin board just outside the men’s washroom. My heart was racing and my loins were tingling. I proceeded to enjoy.