"Hey," Jack says. "Hey yourself," says someone at the bar next to Jack. "You wanna go outside?" Jack looks at him and just nods his head yes.
All the way there Ennis is thumping his fingers on the steering wheel.
"So you wanna do it right here?" the man says to Jack as he pulls down his pants. "Yeah, whatever," Jack says in a drunken slur.
Ennis turns off the radio. He is so frantic like if he doesn't get there soon, he will discover something horrible once he does get there and with that thought he steps on the gas as far as he can.
Jack gets down on his knees and notices a truck that looks a whole lot like Ennis's truck.
"It can't be," thinks Jack. Ennis would not choose me over what's supposedly the right way of living.
"Hey," the man says. Jack looks at the man and the sun is blaring in his eyes so he doesn't see what the man has in his hands. Then all of a sudden a truck pulls up right along Jack's truck.