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he ground cloth for a while； woke Jack with the clacking of his jaw。
〃Jesus Christ； quit hammerin and get over here。 Bedroll's big enough；〃 said Jack in an irritable sleep…clogged voice。 It was big enough； warm enough； and in a little while they deepened their intimacy considerably。 Ennis ran full…throttle on all roads whether fence mending or money spending； and he wanted none of it when Jack seized his left hand and brought it to his erect cock。 Ennis jerked his hand away as though he'd touched fire； got to his knees； unbuckled his belt； shoved his pants down； hauled Jack onto all fours and； with the help of the clear slick and a little spit； entered him； nothing he'd done before but no instruction manual needed。 They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of breath and Jack's choked 〃gun's goin off；〃 then out； down； and asleep。
Ennis woke in red dawn with his pants around his knees； a top…grade headache； and Jack butted against him； without saying anything about it both knew how it would go for the rest of the summer； sheep be damned。
As it did go。 They never talked about the sex； let it happen； at first only in the tent at night； then in the full daylight with the hot sun striking down； and at evening in the fire glow； quick； rough； laughing and snorting； no lack of noises； but saying not a goddamn word except once Ennis said； 〃I'm not no queer；〃 and Jack jumped in with 〃Me neither。 A one…shot thing。 Nobody's business but ours。〃 There were only the two of them on the mountain flying in the euphoric； bitter air； looking down on the hawk's back and the crawling lights of vehicles on the plain below； suspended above ordinary affairs and distant from tame ranch dogs barking in the dark hours。 They believed themselves invisible； not knowing Joe Aguirre had watched them through his 10x42 binoculars for ten minutes one day； waiting until they'd buttoned up their jeans； waiting until Ennis rode back to the sheep； before bringing up the message that Jack's people had sent word that his uncle Harold was in the hospital with pneumonia and expected not to make it。 Though he did； and Aguirre came up again to say so； fixing Jack with his bold stare； not bothering to dismount。
In August Ennis spent the whole night with Jack in the main camp and in a blowy hailstorm the sheep took off west and got among a herd in another allotment。 There was a damn miserable time for five days； Ennis and a Chilean herder with no English trying to sort them out； the task almost impossible as the paint brands were worn and faint at this late season。 Even when the numbers were right Ennis knew the sheep were mixed。 In a disquieting way everything seemed mixed。
The first snow came early； on August thirteenth； piling up a foot； but was followed by a quick melt。 The next week Joe Aguirre sent word to bring them down another； bigger storm was moving in from the Pacific and they packed in the game and moved off the mountain with the sheep； stones rolling at their heels； purple cloud crowding in from the west and the metal smell of ing snow pressing them on。 The mountain boiled with demonic energy； glazed with flickering broken…cloud light； the wind bed the grass and drew from the damaged krummholz and slit rock a bestial drone。 As they descended the slope Ennis felt he was in a slow…motion； but headlong； irreversible fall。
Joe Aguirre paid them； said little。 He had looked at the milling sheep with a sour expression； said； 〃Some a these never went up there with you。〃 The count was not what he'd hoped for either。 Ranch stiffs never did much of a job。
〃You goin a do this next summer？〃 said Jack to Ennis in the street； one leg already up in his green pickup。 The wind was gusting hard and cold。
〃Maybe not。〃 A dust plume rose and hazed the air with fine grit and he squinted against it。 〃Like I said； Alma and me's gettin married in December。 Try to get somethin on a ranch。 You？〃 He looked away from Jack's jaw； bruised blue from the hard punch Ennis had thrown him on the last day。
〃If nothin better es along。 Thought some about going back up to my daddy's place； give him a hand over the winter； then maybe head out for Texas in the spring。 If the draft don't get me。〃〃Well； see you around； I guess。〃 The wind tumbled an empty feed bag down the street until it fetched up under his truck。
〃Right；〃 said Jack； and they shook hands； hit each other on the shoulder； then there was forty feet of distance between them and nothing to do but drive away in opposite directions。 Within a mile Ennis felt like someone was pulling his guts out hand over hand a yard at a time。 He stopped at the side of the road and； in the whirling new snow； tried to puke but nothing came up。 He felt about as bad as he ever had and it took a long time for the feeling to wear off。
In December Ennis married Alma Beers and had her pregnant by mid…January。 He picked up a few short…lived ranch jobs； then settled in as a wrangler on the old Elwood Hi…Top place north of Lost Cabin in Washakie County。 He was still working there in September when Alma Jr。； as he called his daughter； was born and their bedroom was full of the smell of old blood and milk and baby ****； and the sounds were of squalling and sucking and Alma's sleepy groans； all reassuring of fecundity and life's continuance to one who worked with livestock。
When the Hi…Top folded they moved to a small apartment in Riverton up over a laundry。 Ennis got on the highway crew； tolerating it but working weekends at the Rafter B in exchange for keeping his horses out there。 The second girl was born and Alma wanted to stay in town near the clinic because the child had an asthmatic wheeze。
〃Ennis； please； no more damn lonesome ranches for us；〃 she said； sitting on his lap； wrapping her thin； freckled arms around him。 〃Let's get a place here in town？〃〃I guess；〃 said Ennis； slipping his hand up her blouse sleeve and stirring the silky armpit hair； then easing her down； fingers moving up her ribs to the jelly breast； over the round belly and knee and up into the wet gap all the way to the north pole or the equator depending which way you thought you were sailing