The Path

by ohiomyown

Ennis Del Mar was putting one foot in front of the other; he had no goal, plan or expectation of happiness. This is his story. This is where his path led.

3. Chapter 3

The Path.3

Drabble: 150 words
Genre: Canon
Pairing: Ennis and Jack
Disclaimer: AP created'em, I just play with'em out of love

Last night he showed me how to make stone biscuits. Hell, my biscuits was already like stones.

After we ate we was just settin 'round the fire. He told me about this one time when he was hidin from his dad so he didn't get a whuppin with the belt. His old man was gettin real close and Jack thought his ass was grass.

But right then the barn cat scared up a nest a mice; they ran willy nilly in every direction. One ran up the ol' bastard's pant leg and he started stompin and shakin to get it off him and then he caught the toe a his boot on the edge a the tiller settin there, and down he went like a sack a wet cement.

Jack said when the old man came in for supper that night, he had a lump the size a Texas above his right eye.

I never laughed so hard in my life.

But most times, he caught him and gave it to him like he was beatin the devil outa him. Jack said he never seemed to need no reason.

The secret to makin good biscuits? Tender handling. Light, feathery touches.