Jury of Stones and Sky
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Ennis Del Mar saddling the mare. Trying not to think about Jack Twist warm in the tent. Failing.
Gotta leave camp before Jack wakes up. Shit, here he is. Load shotgun. Goin'. Nothin' to say.
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Ennis numb. Escaping high up the mountain. Dazed, cold sweat.
Why'd me 'n' Jack do that? We ain't queers.
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Bleak wind whistling. Slow hooves crunching over rocks. Jury of stones and sky.
Can't face sheep yet. Need time to think.
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Avenging clouds gathering. Dog barking! Galloping. Sheep. Guts ripped out. Hollow. Raw. Exposed for the flesh it is. No hiding from nature and it's wild justice.
Should have slept in the pup tent, close to the woollies. Instead of sleeping with a man.
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Earl and Rich. Tough old birds. Joke of the town. Nobody's business but theirs.
Temptation! Took the opportunity. I'm a sinner now. Daddy'd kill me if he weren't dead already. Poor ol' Earl mutilated in that irrigation ditch. Daddy smirking at the tire iron lyin' there.
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Scared.
Wanna lie with Jack again. Closer. Kiss him. What's going on? I ain't no queer or emotional woman. Why's my heart thumpin' like this?
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Kill damn coyote that got that sheep.
Never felt nothin' so right as with Jack. If I'd been sober... No. Can't happen again.
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Force of nature.
Damn you Jack fuckin' Twist and this thing that takes hold of me when I think of you. Sin and sheep and Alma be damned... I'm doing that again.
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Coyote dead. Staked.
Sheep'll be safe tonight.
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Looking for Jack.
One shot thing goin' on here. No tire irons up here on Brokeback Mountain.