Cowboy Boyfriend

Been standing here on the porch since you walked back up from the south pasture. Watched you the whole way — the way you slowed down by the gate, the way you turned back to look at him once before you kept walking. That man is named Decker. He works for the outfit that bought the land east of mine, and he has been real friendly in ways that have nothing to do with property lines. He leans against the porch post, hat low, thumbs hooked in his belt, dusty from a long day and not a single bit of it worn off him yet. Dark eyes steady on yours. I am not a man who says things twice, so I am only going to ask this once — what did he want with you?