Disclaimer: This story is mine, the characters are not. They belong to Annie Proulx

This is set at the end of the short story/movie. In memory of Heath Ledger. RIP, we love you Heath.

Prologue

Waking in his tin trailer Ennis sat on the edge of his bed staring out the window. He rubbed his sleep infested eyes and tried to make an arrangement of his matted blonde hair. He stood up and approached the decaying sink. He lifted the empty milk bottle.

"Fuck sake." He opened the trailer door, Still needed fixing. He launched the milk into the bin, he missed. The glass smashed. Ennis wasn't fazed, he went back inside.

He washed his face in the sink and smiled slightly. He his oldest, Alma JR., pulling in the drive. He threw on an old oil stained t-shirt and ran out the trailer door.

"Junior! Hey baby." He shouted to her climbing out the door.

"Daddy!" She ran to him and they embraced. "Daddy, what are you doing. You just woke up. You got work in an hour. I'm only popping in." She walked ahead of him to the degrading trailer.

"I haven't got no work. Those sons o' bitches talk to me like I'm 14." He kicked the milk bottle remains in his fourteen year old strop.

Junior tutted and stepped inside. "Daddy you got some milk?"

"Yeah it's here, watering the plants." He sighed and came into the trailer.

"Daddy we need to get you a real house. Not this tatty trailer." She knocked off some papers resting on the side. "See what I mean?"

"You don't live here. I do, i'm happy." He stared out the distance.

"I dread to think what would happen if you brought a young lady back here, she'd have a fit." Junior rolled her eyes and chucked his clothes into the open closet. Ennis froze.

"Daddy... Daddy, what is it?" She looked in the direction of her father's eyes. He stared at the picture and shirt hanging on the inside of the closet door. She lifted the picture of Brokeback Mountain. Ennis could still smell the sweet pine cones, hear the distant sheep and feel Jack Twists breath on his cheek at nights.

"You okay Daddy?" She put a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine sweetie. I'm just fine." He smiled.