Jack Twist was sitting in his living room sipping on his fourth whiskey and staring at something not in the room. He figured that if he stared hard enough he'd be able to see all the way back to the mountain and that carefree summer he'd shared with someone special, someone who was never far from his thoughts, though, try as me might to get rid of the very thoughts themselves. Suddenly, he was jarred from his thoughts by the doorbell. Now, who in the hell could that be, he thought as he walked over to the door. Opening it, he saw a young couple standing there looking real nervous.

"Can I help ya?" he asked irritated that they'd interrupted him and suddenly having a nagging suspicion in the back of his mind that she looked familiar though he couldn't place from where.

"Mr. Twist?" the young woman asked knowing instantly that she had the right man. She could never forget that face and especially those blue eyes.

"Yes ma'am, I'm Jack Twist, but, I've gotta tell ya, if you're here for a donation you'll have to come back later when my wife is here. She handles all the charity stuff."

"Well, Mr. Twist, we're not here for any charity, we just need to talk to ya fer a minute, if ya don't mind. It's kinda important, really."

"Well, ok, come on in and have a seat, then. Gotta tell ya, though, I ain't got much time to talk, gotta meet a client soon," he said, ushering them into the living room. "Can I get y'all something' to drink? Coffee, tea, water?"

Glancing at the man beside her on the couch, she said, "Water's fine for me."

"Same fer me, sir," the young man said in a soft baritone voice, the first words Jack had heard from him yet.

Walking into the kitchen, he retrieved their water and returned to the living room. After handing them their drinks, he resumed his seat in the chair he'd been occupying before they arrived. Taking a sip of whiskey from his still mostly full glass, he studied the young woman knowing she was familiar, but, still not able to place where he'd seen her at. She must be one of Bobby's friends or something, he decided. He'd met some of his son's friends over the years, but, couldn't remember all of them.

"Well, Mr. Twist," the young woman started.

"Jack, please. Mr. Twist is my daddy," he said automatically, noticing that she seemed to be studying him as well.

"Ok, Jack then. I suppose ya don't recognize me after all these years. I mean, we only met once, but, I knew you was the one I was looking for when ya opened the door."

"Well then, ma'am, why don't ya tell me who ya are. I've met most of Bobby's friends, but, I can't seem to place ya."

"Prob'ly, Mr.…Jack, cause I'm not one of Bobby's friends. I think ya'd better have another sip of what yer drinkin' first before I tell ya who I am and why I'm here. Something tells me yer gonna need it."

Wondering just what in the hell was goin' on here, he decided to take her advice. He had a sneaking suspicion that what she'd said was true.

"To tell ya the truth, Jack, I have a feeling that my name'll start ringin' some major bells fer ya. My name is Junior."

Junior watched as the reaction she'd been waiting for hit Jack like a ton of bricks. It's a good thing he's already sittin' down, she thought, or else he'd be passed out on the floor.

"J.J.Junior?" Jack stammered totally in shock. "As in Junior Del Mar?"

"Yes, sir." she said. "And this is my boyfriend, Kurt. We're here to talk to ya about my daddy."

"Is yer daddy alright? Nothing's happened has it?" he asked suddenly in a panic. Please, God, don't let anything have happened to Ennis. I couldn't live if anything had happened to him.

"No, sir, nothing's happened to him. At least not physically. Emotionally, now, that's another story."

"What do ya mean emotionally? Last time I saw yer daddy he was fine, mighty pissed off at me, but, fine." He really didn't wanna go into detail about just why Ennis had been pissed at him. He didn't want Junior to know what really went on between him and Ennis unless Ennis told her himself. He really didn't want Ennis hating him more than he already did.

"Well, Jack, that seems to be the crux of the problem right there. Your last fishing trip. Look, Jack, Kurt and I are both tired from the long trip to get here and we need to get back afore anyone figures out we're gone, so, let's just cut to the chase. Kurt and I know about you and daddy." Watching him closely, Junior caught it when the bomb shell exploded in Jacks' eyes. "I figured it out a long time ago, but, I couldn't really grasp it till after I talked to Kurt here. He has some experience with it so he helped me to understand it. I figured it weren't none of my business, but, after this last trip daddy went into a major depression. He's been drinkin' more than usual and picking fights damn near everywhere he goes. He won't talk to me about it, I've tried. In fact, I went over there a couple of days ago and he was so far gone into the whiskey that he pretty much ran me off screaming and shouting the whole time. He's never done that before. I'm just afraid he's gonna end up hurting himself. I've just gotten my daddy back, Jack and I don't wanna lose him again. So, I'm asking you, from the bottom of my heart, if you know something that'll help, please, tell me what it is. Tell me what I can do to save my daddy."

Getting over the initial shock of Juniors revelation, Jack could see the pain and terror rolling down her cheeks. Looking at question at Kurt and seeing him nod, Jack got out of his chair and knelt in front of Junior. Taking her in his arms and stroking her hair, he whispered in her ear, "it's alright, Junior, it's alright. I'm gonna try to fix this, I promise, I'm gonna try to fix this."

After talking for awhile longer and making plans, Junior and Kurt left to head back to Riverton with Jack promising to be there as quickly as possible. He loaned Kurt enough money to safely make the trip over their protests and extracted a promise from them to call the minute they reached Riverton so he'd know they'd made it back safely. After they'd left, he went into the kitchen and poured out the whiskey and made a fresh pot of coffee knowing that he'd need to keep his head straight for this. He knew Lureen was gonna be upset about this her not giving two shakes of a lambs tail about his family, but, he'd do it whether she liked it or not. He decided to drive over to see Bobby and let him know what was goin' on without going too much into detail.

Arriving at the house where Bobby was staying the night, Jack walked up and knocked on the door. When the lady of the house opened the door, Jack just couldn't help but smile at her. It was such an ingrained part of him that sometimes he never really noticed it happening.

"Hey, Marie, how ya doin'?" he asked politely.

"Hey, Jack, come on in. Is there a problem?" Marie replied with a worried look on her face. She was wondering if anything had happened to Lureen. She'd met Jack's wife a few times and felt confident the if something had happened to her that she'd feel sad for Jack and Bobby, but, wouldn't exactly shed a tear for Lureen or any other Newsome in town. In fact, she was pretty sure that if the Newsome family was to all suddenly up and die, half the town would be celebrating.

"No, ma'am, everything's just fine. Can I borrow Bobby fer just a bit? I promise I'll bring him right back."

"He's your son, Jack, ya don't need to borrow him," she laughed. "He's out back with Roger. I'll go get him."

A few minutes later, Bobby comes hot-footing it into the house all out of breath. "Daddy, what's wrong? Why're ya here?"

"Slow down, Bobby," Jack grinned at him. "Keep on like that and you'll have a heart attack before your 17. Nothings wrong, but, I do need ya to come with me fer a bit. I need to talk to you." Jack was still nervous inside though he tried not to show it. What he had to tell Bobby was gonna be hard enough, he just hoped his son wouldn't hate him for it.

On the way over to the park after grabbing some takeout, Jack kept pondering exactly how to tell Bobby about Ennis and that he was gonna divorce Bobby's mother. He knew that Bobby knew about the constant fighting between him and Lureen, but, he wasn't sure how Bobby would take the truth about his daddy loving another man. Needless to say, Jack was a nervous wreck by the time they got to the park.

They were sitting on opposite sides of the picnic table having finished eating. Jack was still unsure about how to approach this entire conversation. Finally, he looked at Bobby who had been sitting there patiently, but, Jack could see the inpatients in his eyes. He looks so much like me, Jack thought. But, he'd got his momma's inpatients.

"Look, Bobby, ya know I love ya, right?" he began.

"Yeah, Daddy, I know ya do. And I love ya right back. And I'll tell ya now, I'll still love ya no matter what."

"I'm not too sure about that," Jack muttered under his breath.