Dear Author,He was the closest thing I had to a brother. He was also my deepest, darkest, little secret. Those hunting trips up north? He may have been hunting deer, but all I was hunting for was a chance to get close to him. A freak storm and a tree through my truck might finally give me that chance.Photo Description: An extremely buff and slightly grubby young man stands in the doorway of a workshed or cabin. A cooler and various odds and ends are visible. He’s stripped off his plaid shirt and jeans and looks slightly overheated and kind of aggravated.This story was written as a part of the M/M Romance Group's "Love’s Landscapes" event. Group members were asked to write a story prompt inspired by a photo of their choice. Authors of the group selected a photo and prompt that spoke to them and wrote a short story. This story may contain sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers. It may contain content that is disagreeable or distressing to some readers. The M/M Romance Group strongly recommends that each reader review the General Information section before each story for story tags as well as for content warnings.