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depending which way you thought you were sailing, working at ituntil she shuddered and bucked against his hand and he rolled herover, did quickly what she hated. They stayed in the little apartmentwhich he favored because it could be left at any time.The fourth summer since Brokeback Mountain came on and in JuneEnnis had a general delivery letter from Jack Twist, the first sign oflife in all that time.
Friend this letter is a long time over due. Hope you get it. Heard youwas in Riverton. Im coming thru on the 24th, thought Id stop andbuy you a beer Drop me a line if you can, say if your there.The return address was Childress, Texas. Ennis wrote back, you bet,gave the Riverton address.
The day was hot and clear in the morning, but by noon the cloudshad pushed up out of the west rolling a little sultry air before them.Ennis, wearing his best shirt, white with wide black stripes, didn'tknow what time Jack would get there and so had taken the day off,paced back and forth, looking down into a street pale with dust.Alma was saying something about taking his friend to the Knife &Fork for supper instead of cooking it was so hot, if they could get ababy-sitter, but Ennis said more likely he'd just go out with Jack andget drunk. Jack was not a restaurant type, he said, thinking of thedirty spoons sticking out of the cans of cold beans balanced on thelog.
Late in the afternoon, thunder growling, that same old green pickuprolled in and he saw Jack get out of the truck, beat-up Resistol tiltedback. A hot jolt scalded Ennis and he was out on the landing pullingthe door closed behind him. Jack took the stairs two and two. Theyseized each other by the shoulders, hugged mightily, squeezing thebreath out of each other, saying, son of a bitch, son of a bitch, then,and easily as the right key turns the lock tumblers, their mouthscame together, and hard, Jack's big teeth bringing blood, his hatfalling to the floor, stubble rasping, wet saliva welling, and the dooropening and Alma looking out for a few seconds at Ennis's strainingshoulders and shutting the door again and still they clinched,pressing chest and groin and thigh and leg together, treading on eachother's toes until they pulled apart to breathe and Ennis, not big onendearments, said what he said to his horses and daughters, littledarlin.
The door opened again a few inches and Alma stood in the narrowlight.
What could he say? "Alma, this is Jack Twist, Jack, my wife Alma."His chest was heaving. He could smell Jack --the intensely familiarodor of cigarettes, musky sweat and a faint sweetness like grass, andwith it the rushing cold of the mountain. "Alma," he said, "Jack andme ain't seen each other in four years." As if it were a reason. Hewas glad the light was dim on the landing but did not turn away fromher.
"Sure enough," said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she hadseen. Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a whitesheet waving and the baby cried.
