Out here, the mud don’t slow the rhythm — it makes it deeper. At an Alabama trail ride, a shirtless cowboy catches the eye of another man across the field, and what starts as a slow grind in front of the crowd turns into something hotter behind the tents.

The music is still thumping, the air thick with rain and smoke, and in the shadows, they find their own dance. This is Trail Ride Heat; a raw, downhome queer encounter where desire moves as steady as the bass line.