Unbeta'd, so let me know if you see any non-intentional typos. Also, the characters, and in this case some of the words, belong to Annie Proulx, Diana Osanna, and Larry McMurtry. I'm just trying to bring a new angle to them, and I certainly am making no money from them.

Cause a You
"Tell you what, we could a had a good life together, a fuckin real good life. You wouldn't do it, Ennis, so what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everthing built on that. It's all we got, boy, fuckin all, so I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest. Count the damn few times we been together in twenty years. Measure the fuckin short leash you keep me on, then ask me about Mexico and then tell me you'll kill me for needin it and not hardly never gettin it. You got no fuckin idea how bad it gets. I'm not you. I can't make it on a couple a high-altitude fucks once or twice a year. You're too much for me, Ennis, you son of a whoreson bitch. I wish I knew how to quit you."

The words fell tainted onto Ennis's ears.

So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain. Everthing built on that. It's all we got, boy, fuckin all, so I hope you know that if you don't never know the rest.

Ennis wanted to say, wanted to say,
It ain't!
Not true, Jack!
Ain't the mountain's fault!
It's you!
You that everything's built on, Jack.
The way you always listen to me
Like I got somethin worth sayin
The way you look at me
Like I'm someone worth hurtin for.
The way you see the world
Like its someplace special.
The way you grab fuckin life like you need it to live.
The way you grab me like you need me to live.
The shining I see in your eyes
Makin me need a be around you when anyone with half their sense would a runned the other way.
Your amusing stories, wisecrack days, and moaning nights, and none of them was the mountain.
Ain't the mountain did this, Jack, it's you.
Ain't the mountain I'm in love with, Jack, it's you.
If there hadn't a been no you, I wouldn a got in this sorry mess.
It's not cause a the mountain I'm like this, Jack.
Cause a you.
Cause a you I can't figure out what direction I'm headin
Cause a you can't make no commitments to no one else
Cause I can't get those blue eyes out a my mind for a second
Cause I'm daydreamin on the job, near bout got myself trampled
Cause I can't hardly stand to leave this place, to leave you.
Cause a you I need ta kill someone over Mexico.
Cause a you I sometimes wish my girls weren't born.
Cause a you I wake up somedays and wonder who the fuck I am.
Cause I'm rattlin apart into a million pieces
Cause a you.

But all that would come out of his dry mouth, not sounding nothing like he meant it:

"Well, why don't you then? Why don't you just let me be? It's cause of you that I'm like this. I'm nothin. I'm nowhere. Get the fuck off me! I can't stand being like this no more, Jack."