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When Eric swung up and settled in the saddle, Damon could see the stirrups were a little long. No surprise since he judged the other man to be about five-nine, which resulted in legs a bit shorter than those of someone Damon's six-two. He crossed the dusty ground to stand by Eric's left knee.
"Let me adjust those stirrups a notch or two. I usually trot to get out to where I'm going. It'll be a butt-thumping ride if you can't take some weight on your feet."
Eric drew his boot free of the stirrup. Damon's hands were not quite steady as he worked the buckle loose and set it up two notches on the strap. He circled the horse to do the same on the off side. That done he stood a moment, bemused. Without thinking, he put his hand on Eric's solid thigh. The muscle felt hard and warm beneath his hand, and flexed slightly to his touch. The sensation went through him like a jolt of electricity. He jerked back his hand as he felt the flush heat his face. Damn, what's getting into me?
"There, that ought to be better." He turned away sharply, half-running to his mount. Swinging into the saddle, careful of the bulge in his jeans, he called back over his shoulder, "Let's get going. We've got some miles to cover."