Ennis showered quickly and opened a can of stew. When his stomach was full, he pulled down the whiskey and drank hard and fast. It was a nightly routine as steady as sunset, and with one purpose and reason.
Jack Twist came to him in his dreams. Sometimes they were happy, and sometimes they were sad, but it didn't matter any more. He needed Jack, and whatever he could do to bring the night on faster, slip into unconsciousness so that he could see his man again, he would do. His life had become a search for sleep at the end of the day. He worked hard, ate quick, and drank harder.
But his reward was always, always worth it.
