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always leverin it off your thigh? --she gives a little ever time you doit. Even if you tape it good you break it a little goddamn bit at atime. Tell you what, hurts like a bitch afterwards. Had a busted leg.Busted in three places. Come off the bull and it was a big bull with alot a drop, he got rid a me in about three flat and he come after meand he was sure faster. Lucky enough. Friend a mine got his oilchecked with a horn dipstick and that was all she wrote. Bunch aother things, f*ckin busted ribs, sprains and pains, torn ligaments.See, it ain't like it was in my daddy's time. It's guys with money go tocollege, trained athaletes. You got a have some money to rodeo now.Lureen's old man wouldn't give me a dime if I dropped it, except oneway. And I know enough about the game now so I see that I ain'tnever goin a be on the bubble. Other reasons. I'm gettin out while Istill can walk."
Ennis pulled Jack's hand to his mouth, took a hit from the cigarette,exhaled. "Sure as hell seem in one piece to me. You know, I wassittin up here all that time tryin to figure out if I was --? I know Iain't. I mean here we both got wives and kids, right? I like doin itwith women, yeah, but Jesus H., ain't nothin like this. I never had nothoughts a doin it with another guy except I sure wrang it out ahunderd times thinkin about you. You do it with other guys? Jack?""sh*t no," said Jack, who had been riding more than bulls, notrolling his own. "You know that. Old Brokeback got us good and itsure ain't over. We got a work out what the f*ck we're goin a donow."
"That summer," said Ennis. "When we split up after we got paid outI had gut cramps so bad I pulled over and tried to puke, thought I atesomethin bad at that place in Dubois. Took me about a year a figureout it was that I shouldn't a let you out a my sights. Too late then bya long, long while."
"Friend," said Jack. "We got us a f*ckin situation here. Got a figureout what to do."
"I doubt there's nothin now we can do," said Ennis. "What I'm sayin,Jack, I built a life up in them years. Love my little girls. Alma? Itain't her fault. You got your baby and wife, that place in Texas. Youand me can't hardly be decent together if what happened back there"--he jerked his head in the direction of the apartment --"grabs on uslike that. We do that in the wrong place we'll be dead. There's noreins on this one. It scares the piss out a me.""Got to tell you, friend, maybe somebody seen us that summer. I wasback there the next June, thinkin about goin back --I didn't, lit outfor Texas instead --and Joe Aguirre's in the office and he says tome, he says, 'You boys found a way to make the time pass up there,didn't you,' and I give him a look but when I went out I seen he had abig-ass pair a binoculars hangin off his rearview." He neglected toadd that the foreman had leaned back in his squeaky wooden tiltchair, said, Twist, you guys wasn't gettin paid to leave the dogsbaby-sit the sheep while you stemmed the rose, and declined torehire him. He went on, "Yeah, that little punch a yours surprisedme. I never figured you to throw a dirty punch."
