Brokeback Mountain (6)

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Brokeback Mountain (6)

The door opened again a few inches and Alma stood in the narrow light.
   What could he say? "Alma, this is Jack Twist, Jack, my wife Alma." His chest was heaving. He could smell Jack ---the intensely familiar odor of cigarettes, musky sweat and a faint sweetness like grass, and with it the rushing cold of the mountain. "Alma," he said, "Jack and me ain’t seen each other in four years." As if it were a reason. He was glad the light was dim on the landing but did not turn away from her.
   "Sure enough," said Alma in a low voice. She had seen what she had seen. Behind her in the room lightning lit the window like a white sheet waving and the baby cried.

"You got a kid?" said Jack. His shaking hand grazed Ennis’s hand, electrical current snapped between them.
   "Two little girls," Ennis said. "Alma Jr. and Francine. Love them to pieces." Alma’s mouth twitched.
   "I got a boy," said Jack. "Eight months old. Tell you what, I married a cute little old Texas girl down in Childress --- Lureen." From the vibration of the floorboard on which they both stood Ennis could feel how hard Jack was shaking.
   "Alma," he said. "Jack and me is goin out and get a drink. Might not get back tonight, we get drinkin and talkin."
   "Sure enough," Alma said, taking a dollar bill from her pocket. Ennis guessed she was going to ask him to get her a pack of cigarettes, bring him back sooner.
   "Please to meet you," said Jack, trembling like a run-out horse.

"Ennis --- " said Alma in her misery voice, but that didn’t slow him down on the stairs and he called back, "Alma, you want smokes there’s some in the pocket a my blue shirt in the bedroom."
   They went off in Jack’s truck, bought a bottle of whiskey and within twenty minutes were in the Motel Siesta jouncing a bed. A few handfuls of hail rattled against the window followed by rain and slippery wind banging the unsecured door of the next room then and through the night.

The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shoot and cheap soap. Ennis lay spread-eagled, spent and wet, breathing deep, still half tumescent, Jack blowing forceful cigarette clouds like whale spouts, and Jack said, "Christ, it got a be all that time a yours ahorseback makes it so goddamn good. We got to talk about this. Swear to god I didn’t know we was goin a get into this again --- yeah, I did. Why I’m here. I fuckin knew it. Redlined all the way, couldn’t get here fast enough."
   "I didn’t know where in the hell you was," said Ennis. "Four years. I about give up on you. I figured you was sore about that punch."
   "Friend," said Jack, "I was in Texas rodeoin. How I met Lureen. Look over on that chair."
   On the back of the soiled orange chair he saw the shine of a buckle. "Bullridin?"
   "Yeah. I made three fuckin thousand dollars that year. Fuckin starved. Had to borrow everthing but a toothbrush from other guys. Drove grooves across Texas. Half the time under that cunt truck fixin it. Anyway, I didn’t never think about losin. Lureen? There’s some serious money there. Her old man’s got it. Got this farm machinery business. Course he don’t let her have none a the money, and he hates my fuckin guts, so it’s a hard go now but one a these days --- "
   "Well, you’re goin a go where you look. Army didn’t get you?" The thunder sounded far to the east, moving from them in its red wreaths of light.
   "They can’t get no use out a me. Got some crushed vertebrates. And a stress fracture, the arm bone here, you know how bullridin you’re always leverin it off your thigh? --- she gives a little ever time you do it. Even if you tape it good you break it a little goddamn bit at a time. 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 a lot a drop, he got rid a me in about three flat and he come after me and he was sure faster. Lucky enough. Friend a mine got his oil checked with a horn dipstick and that was all she wrote. Bunch a other things, fuckin 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 to college, 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 one way. And I know enough about the game now so I see that I ain’t never goin a be on the bubble. Other reasons. I’m gettin out while I still 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 was sittin up here all that time tryin to figure out if I was--- ? I know I ain’t. I mean here we both got wives and kids, right? I like doin it with women, yeah, but Jesus H., ain’t nothin like this. I never had no thoughts a doin it with another guy except I sure wrang it out a hunderd times thinkin about you. You do it with other guys? Jack?"
   "Shit no," said Jack, who had been riding more than bulls, not rolling his own. "You know that. Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain’t over. We got a work out what the fuck we’re goin a do now."

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