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 "Yes … they're going out in the country to see an aunt of mine … wanted me to go."

"Oh?" Rogers sounded dejected. "Now you'll leave."

"I told them I didn't want to go. Let's take a spin or something. Maybe it will settle our breakfast."

"Ok …" Rogers was up, willing to do anything his companion suggested. "I've got to go to the bathroom first, do you?"

"No … I'll wait for you …"

Rogers started to leave but a brilliant idea stopped him. "Say," he began, "let's go out to the farm, Gay. I think you'd like it … we could fish in the creek, take a swim or just mess around … I'd like for you to see it." His eyes beamed as he thought of his beloved woods.

So Blake didn't call after all, thought Gaylord. Well, he wouldn't be home if he did call. I'll get even with him … He's a little jealous of Glenn, anyway … He looked at Rogers all smiles, and said, "Sure … let's do … I think that would be fun."

They walked into Rogers' room and he had already ripped off his tie. "Got to change these clothes," Rogers said, "and then we can go by your house and you can change yours … won't take me long."

And it wasn't long before Rogers stood disrobed. He left on his shorts and Gaylord watched him as he put on a pair of khakis. Hard work had made his arms and legs strong and muscular. His chest was broad under the undershirt of cotton, and a few hairs were visible, at its neckline. He put on other socks and slipped on his old boots.

"Glenn," Gaylord exclaimed, "I haven't any cowboy boots. Are shoes all right?"

"Sure … but they sure get scratched. Do you have some old ones …?

"These are old."

Rogers looked at the polished shoes … "Don't look old to me … they look brand new." He reached under the bed. "Here wear these," he said handing Gaylord his good boots. "Try these on."

"I couldn't wear your good ones."

"They're not new … just polished them," grinned Rogers. "Try them on, Gay."

He tried them on and they fit perfect. They felt good to him 303