Snow drifted down lazily, blanketing the ground. Nothing but silence. No wind blew the falling snow off course, no animals scurriying through the white-tinted earth for last-minute food. Silence. It had been this way for the past few decades. It had started as nothing but cattleing a herd of sheep along Brokeback, but soon it turned into a flame of passion, that could never be extinguished.

Fishing buddies? No. Lovers? No, far from it. I would say soulmates. Those two men still came up here, even after it turned their lives upside down. It followed those two straight to their graves.

First was Jack Twist, an accident by the road, drowned in his own blood.

And then, after many years later Ennis del Mar, he died up here on Brokeback, they found his body by a stream. He died with a smile on his sunken face, probably happy that he could be back with the one he loves.

And what's left? Nothing but silence, up here on Brokeback Mountain.