I'd like to thank everyone for all of the great reviews. As well as the advice. So heres the latest chapter. I hope you all like it. I'd love more reviews. It's stuff like that keeps me going. Well that and my friend pip3. So here's chapter 2. Enjoy. :)

Chapter 2

Jack spent the time until Bobby got home from school packing. His thoughts going back and forth between Ennis, God he missed him, and how he was going to explain things to Bobby. He decided he'd take him out to eat at his favorite restaurant, The Hitching Post, and break it to him subtlety. How the hell do you have a talk about divorce with an 8 year old? And to make matters worse he was moving 14 hours away so he wouldn't be around as much. At that moment Bobby raced though the front door, throwing his backpack to the floor.

"Dad, you will never guess what happened at school today!"

"Yeah? What happened, Cowboy?" Jack smiled at the boy's enthusiasm.

"Christopher got in a fight with Jacob and he punched him in the face and he gave him a bloody nose and there was blood everywhere! It was SO COOL!

"Wow, was Jacob okay?"

"Yeah, the nurse let him go home early and a bunch of the guys made fun of him cause he started cryin'." Bobby explained.

"Well that wasn't very nice of them. You weren't one of them were you Bobby?" Jack asked, the tone of his voice telling Bobby that he better not have been.

"Shit no Dad. I wouldn't do that to him. Jacobs my friend," Jack looked at shocked.

"Robert James Twist! Where did you learn that phrase from? That's a grown up phase. Not alright for you to use."

"From you, Dad. You say it all the time." Jacks face turned red.

"Well I don't want to hear you say it ever again."

"Does that mean I can't say sure as shit anymore?" Bobby asked.

"That's exactly what it means Cowboy." Jack replied, "So I was thinkin' hows about you and me out to dinner tonight at The Hitchin' Post tonight?"

"Really?" A look of excitement crossed over Bobby's face.

"Really. I'll even take you out for ice cream after." Bobby's smile got even bigger. The happiness in his sons face made Jack hate the news he had to bring to him. A thought of Ennis made him feel a little better, but only a little.

Bobby sat across from Jack at a picnic table in Purgatory Park. (A/N: Yes there really is a park with that name. I swear. It's like 5-10 miles away from my house.) He was holding his ice cream cone, tears running down his cheeks. Jack reached over the table wiping the tears from his son's eyes.

"It's all right. It's all right." He murmured. Bobby only started crying harder.

"Dad I don't want you to go."

"I know you don't," Jack sighed. "And if I could take you with me I would but I can't." He got up and walked around the table placing his around Bobby's shoulder and pulling the boy close to him.

"I love you Bobby. Plus like I said, you'll still get to see me every other holiday and you'll get to come up to Wyoming for a couple months every summer." Bobby hugged his dad and leaned into him.

"I love you too, Dad."

Jack was surprised when he woke up to give Bobby a ride to school the next morning and found the signed divorce papers laying in the pillow next to him. Relieved that he wouldn't have to deal with Lureen again, he climbed out of bed, threw on some clothes and went to wake up Bobby. Jack walked into his son's bedroom, instantly tripping over the new train set he had gotten him for his birthday and catching his footing by stepping on a toy truck.

"Son of a bitch!" He cried out in pain realizing he probably should have turned on the light before entering.

"Son of a bitch, Daaaad you woke me up." Bobby whined, sitting up in bed. Jack flipped on the lights and gave him an annoyed look.

"Robert, what did I tell you about that?"

"Nothing." Bobby said trying to play innocent. "You said I couldn't say shit. You didn't say anythin' about bitch."

"Dammit Bobby! Wait, you can't say that either. Actually, you can't say any of these words; shit, damn, bitch, asshole… you can say ass but only if your talking about a donkey but no hole, slut, whore, hoe, pussy, cunt, cock, cocksucker, anything to do with cock unless you're talking about a rooster, and fuck. Not until you're at least 30… or married. Now get ready for school. I'm taking you today." Bobby was shocked, and then came confusion.

"Dad, you never take me to school." Then it dawned on him and his eyes welled up with tears. "You're leavin' today aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am Cowboy." Jack sat down on the bed next to him.

"Dad, I really don't want you to go. Pleassssse?"

"I know you don't Bobby, but I have to." Jack leaned over and kissed Bobby's forehead then ruffled his hair. "Alright Cowboy," he said standing up and heading towards the door, "start getting ready and I'll come check on you in 20 minutes." He got to the door and paused, hit by an after thought. "Oh and Bobby," he looked over his shoulder at his son, "It's never ok to use the word queer either."

"Okay Dad." At that Jack left the room closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wall, listening carefully to make sure Bobby was getting ready and his heart almost broke as he heard the sobs coming from inside the room. He knew it was going to be hard on Bobby but he couldn't live without Ennis and he hoped his son would someday understand. When he finally heard the scuffling of Bobby getting out of bed and getting his stuff together Jack went into the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. He could tell he was definitely going to need it.

Bobby was quieter then usual during breakfast and the ride to school. In fact he didn't say much at all until they pulled into the parking lot of Childress Elementary.

"Dad?" Jack parked the truck and turned to look at him.

"Yeah Bobby?"

"Take me with you. I promise I'll be good. I won't cuss and I'll be better. I promise. Please take me with you." Seeing the hurt and desperation in his son's eyes, Jack really wished he could say yes. He knew that he couldn't though and it tore him apart.

"I wish I could Bobby, I really do, but you know I can't. I love you. You're my only son and I'll miss you but I'm goin' to see you on Christmas. That's the best I can do."

"But Dad, It's so far away."

"Only a couple Cowboy. Time to go into school now." Bobby's hands dug into the seat.

"I'm not going and you can't make me. I'm going with you." Jack let out a frustrated sigh wishing he could bang his into the steering wheel over and over and over again.

"Bobby, you can't. You need to go to school."

"I can go to school in Wyomin'."

"No … you… can't." Jack was starting to get seriously annoyed.

"Why not?" Bobby asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Because you can't come!" Jack snapped. "I'm not going to say it again. Don't make me get Mrs. Clemens out here to drag you into class." The stubbornness in Bobby's eyes was gone replaced by hurt. Jack noticed that he looked like he was going to cry again and he instantly felt bad for yelling at him. Taking off his seat he slid across the seat next to his son and gave him a long hug.

"You know I love you right?

"Yeah Dad, I know." He clung to Jack burying his face in his dad's shoulder. Jack kissed the top of his head then pulled back.

"I'll come pick you up for Christmas, okay? I promise." Bobby nodded. "I'll call you once a week to. I'll also call you tomorrow and give you my phone number so you can call me any time you want or need to."

"Okay Dad." He finally opened the door to the truck.

"I love you Bobby."

"I love you too Dad." He said giving Jack one more hug before climbing out and slamming the truck door. Bobby watched his dad drive away tears streaming down his face and unlike other days he didn't care if anyone saw him cry.