The toe of Tanner's boot tapped along to the music, the only thing on him that moved as he leaned back against the bar, elbows resting on it. Well, that and his eyes, watching the dancers and the cowboys playing pool. He'd done pretty well at the rodeo, made enough to keep going, and he had a little to spend, too. Too bad he didn't have anything to spend it on. Or rather, anyone. Looked like these lowland types thought he was a bit too big. The way they looked at him he felt like Bigfoot, maybe, or Goliath, which was probably not them at all, just his own shit playing tricks on him. Didn't make it any easier, though, and Tanner'd just about given up and decided to buy six pack and head back to his trailer when he saw the little bowlegged blonde. Damn. Now that? Was nice. Coming right toward him, too, with a little sway and a little swagger and one of those wide-shoulder, tiny waist bodies that promised a fine ass. Old enough to know what he was doing, young enough to be happy to be there, the man knew everybody, nodding and chatting and heading his way. Lord, it was enough to make a man drool. Tanner figured he'd better just put his tongue back in his mouth and stop staring, so he did just that, sipping his beer. Trying to play it cool. He was leaning on the bar, after all. Man probably just wanted a drink. That same probably-just-wanted-a-drink man wandered up, stood right beside him and gave him a hat-tip and a grin. ''Howdy.'' Tipping his own hat down, then pushing it back up to get a good look, Tanner nodded. ''Hey.'' Down boy. The bartender came up, grinning wide, wiping down the bar. ''Hey, Burr. The usual?'' ''Yes, ma'am, Lacy, and buy this cowboy another on me.'' A long, thin hand was held out to him. ''Burr Jackson. Pleased.'' ''Tanner McBride. Pleasure.'' They shook, and Burr's hand was callused, firm and warm. Tanner hoped to Hell his own wasn't sweating. ''Ah, you're the new wrangler that's working the steers, yeah? Where you from, Tanner? You don't sound local.'' Burr held his hand a little longer than absolutely necessary. ''I'm from up Montana way. Wyoming. That circuit. Followed my cousin down.'' He grinned, feeling his cheeks heat. Damn his skin anyway. Anyone who tanne dlike he did shouldn't show a blush. ''Montana? Big sky country. Hear it's cold up there, but damned pretty.'' Their beers came and Burr gave him a nod, a grin. ''Real pretty. Snow to an elephant's ass in the winter, though.'' What could he do but grin back? That smile was infectious. ''Makes my knees hurt just thinking about it.'' The beer was tipped up, throat working as Burr swallowed. Oh, man. Tanner actually moved before he thought, coming up off the bar and leaning forward before he put on the brakes and roped himself in. ''Yeah. S'why Amy came south, and I followed the one making the money.'' ''Smart man.'' Eyes as blue as late-summer skies met his. ''You dance, cowboy?'' ''I blunder around all right.'' Did he dance? Hell, yes he did, if Burr did. ''I could stand to blunder a bit with a tall drink of water like yourself, if you're willing.'' Those eyes shot across the bar to a dark, quiet corner. ''Yeah. I'd like that a lot.'' He was blushing like crazy, but he let it go. The man wanted to dance. With him. He wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Tanner held out his hand, setting his empty on the bar. That long hand slid into his, sort of disappearing in his big grip and he was led around the edge of the dancefloor. Moving easily, Tanner swayed to the music, letting go of Burr's hand and grabbing the man's hips. ''Mmm...'' Burr took a step in closer, moving with him, their bodies fitting together surprisingly well. ''Oh, that's just fine.'' ''Oh. It is.'' It was more than fine. Burr smelled good, and moved right with him, and Tanner couldn't ask for much more. Hips sliding, he twisted and turned them, moving back into the shadows a wee bit more. Burr went easy, humming along with George Strait, those hands sliding up over his arms to his shoulders. Hell, that made it close to perfect. All that was left was to rub a little, and Tanner used his grip on Burr's hips to bring them closer together, hoping he wasn't going tp get socked on the jaw. By the sound of the low moan, the way Burr rubbed back, somehow he didn't see himself getting popped one. ''Oh, you're something fine, now.'' ''You fit just right. That never happens.'' Never did, no lie. He was usually too tall for the short ones and belt buckle to belt buckle with the tall ones, which made for clanking. This? This was good. Burr grinned, blue eyes meeting his. ''Never? Sure feels easy to me.''