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Title: Dummy...
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Any recognizable characters and/or places belong to Annie Proulx. No profit is being made.

"So that's how you got here. But how come I didn't see yeh when I got out?"

"Guess you jus' didn't look." Her tone was dripping sour anger, and said "Dummy." She glared at him.

"How long have yeh been here, Alma?" Ennis looked at her curiously, he was now cautious. When Alma had first tried to murder Jack, then when she had come back to do it, he thought she was just angry. Now he knew she was mad. There was a wild fire in her eyes that was more frightening than the promise of the devil, himself.

"Well, since he got me! That musta been yesterday."

"Where did'ya go?" It was Jack who spoke this time, toying with the fringe on his t-shirt.

"What is this?" she was enraged again, and lunged at Jack, over Ennis' lap. Ennis grabbed her around the waist, her hands just landing outside of reach of Jack. "The Spanish Inquisition!" He backed a little further away from her, got closer to the arm of the sofa.

"Where did'ja stay, Alma?" Ennis' voice shook, the fear of losing Jack was stronger than his will to seem calm.

"In yer backyard." She hung her head, shamed because of her childish actions.

"In our backyard…" Ennis bit his cheek, trying to figure it all out. "Why?"

"I figured it was the bes' place ta hide. I knew yeh never touched our yard, so it was the bes' chance I had."

"Oh…" Ennis' lack of ability when it came to gardening could have been his or Jack's downfall.

"I saw yeh." She was whispering now, blushing fiercely and angrier than a bat out of hell.

"Well, I'd figure as much, since yeh were right outside my house fer 24 hours."

"No, I mean…I saw both a yeh."

"Uh huh…" Ennis still didn't get it, but a look of realization dawned over Jack's face.

"Ennis, she saw us…yeh know…" While both men were much more open with each other, it was hard for them to be as open with or around other people.

Ennis flushed red. "Alma, you caught us-"

"DOIN' THE DEVIL'S DEED!" She yelped, unable to restrain her self, and once more, dove for Jack. Ennis' face was beet red, and he was more embarrassed than he ever remembered being, but he still remembered to grab to woman who lunged across his lap.

"Alma! God damn it, yeh gotta stop doin' that!" She seethed on his lap, spit on Jack's thigh.

He took his hand and wiped it off, revulsion splayed obviously on his face. "What the fuck?"

Ennis couldn't teach his wife manners, it had been her mother's job, and she had obviously failed. He gripped her hard around the waist, so hard he knew he would leave a bruise, and whipped her back up to a sitting position. "Pull somethin' like that again, an' I swear, I'll kill yeh myself." He said it sternly and strictly, as though talking to a four year old.

"You sonuvabitch, I'll fuckin' kill yeh!" She writhed in Ennis' arms, trying to get to her kill.

"We gotta get rid a her, Ennis/"

"They won' keep her fer long, she got out in a month an' a bit, Jack."

"Still gotta get rid a her."

Ennis nodded, and Jack rose from the couch. She followed him with wide eyes as he walked over to the telephone, picked it up. She couldn't see what number he was dialing, but she knew he would stop after pressing three buttons. When he didn't, she leaned closer into Ennis' chest. "Who's he callin'?"

"I dunno." He shook his head and sighed. He did know, though. Jack was calling Monroe's parents. Ennis had told him about how they hated Alma for stealing their fabulous son from them, and Jack knew that they would keep her longer than any jail, and most likely give her what she had coming, too.