Author: Whisperblack
Pairing: Jack/Ennis
Warnings: Graphic slash (eventually), mild hate crime depiction, swearing
Summary: What if Jack came upon the golden opportunity to disappear...and took it?
Author Notes: So I´m a Yank and I don´t know exactly how they should talk, but I did my limited best. Any notes or corrections would certainly be welcomed.
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Jack stood a long time at the side of the road, starin´ at the man with the mutilated face. Someone had carved ¨queer¨ into the ground next to his head. He wanted to be sick. He crouched, elbows on his knees, next to the body. The man had dark brown hair, was short and stocky. He seemed mostly intact, ´cept for his face, and he wondered what kind a hate a man had to have inside him to do that. How much of a sonofabitch did a man have to be to hate someone because of love?
Jack examined the man closer. The man was almost exactly his size, same color hair, face smashed in beyond recognition. He rifled through the man´s pockets, coming up with a wallet. He opened it, rifling through a few bills and a handwritten receipt for one John Pevenes. There were two pictures, one of a strong dark cowboy on a bay horse, facing the rising sun and photographed in profile, the black and white making him seem lonesome. The other photo depicted the man that lay faceless before him, the same build and the same shirt and hat, similar enough to Jack to be taken for him. The photos were worn with age, treasured keepsakes. Jack spared a moment to wonder if they´d really been together or if they´d made the same choices, same mistakes he and Ennis had.
A plan began to stew in his mind. This was his out, his golden opportunity, his chance to build the kind of life he wanted.
Oh now he seen what Ennis´d seen as a boy, a man beaten up for loving men. But unlike Ennis, it didn´t make him want to run away, it didnt make him want to deny himself because people hated queers.
As he put his boots on the dead man (John had slightly bigger feet, so it took some pushin´, but he did it in the end), lookin´ down at poor dead John, it made him realize it darn well could´ve been him, killed by the side of the road. He´d heard the rumors goin´ around the town about him and his rancher friend, guy he´d fucked a couple a times up in the woods when the longing got too strong and Mexico was too far away. It could have been him dead and Ennis alone the rest of his life, cryin´ ´cause they´d never had the chance to really love each other.
No, this brush with hate and death made Jack want to be with Ennis all the more. If they was gonna kill him for bein a faggot then he would goddamn be the kind of queer he wanted to be, livin´ on a ranch with the man he loved. All he had to do was convince Ennis to leave withim. Jack had never studied Latin, but if he had, his new motto would be ¨carpe fuckin´ diem¨.
Ten minutes later, it was Jack Twist who lay on the side of the road next to his truck, dead as a doornail, and John Pevenes walked down the dusty road alone, clothes a little bloodstained from a barfight and the photos callin´ to him from his back pocket.
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