； we both should be in this camp。 And that goddamn pup tent smells like cat piss or worse。〃〃Wouldn't mind bein out there。〃
〃Tell you what； you got a get up a dozen times in the night out there over them coyotes。 Happy to switch but give you warnin I can't cook worth a ****。 Pretty good with a can opener。〃〃Can't be no worse than me； then。 Sure； I wouldn't mind a do it。〃They fended off the night for an hour with the yellow kerosene lamp and around ten Ennis rode Cigar Butt； a good night horse； through the glimmering frost back to the sheep； carrying leftover biscuits； a jar of jam and a jar of coffee with him for the next day saying he'd save a trip； stay out until supper。
〃Shot a coyote just first light；〃 he told Jack the next evening； sloshing his face with hot water； lathering up soap and hoping his razor had some cut left in it； while Jack peeled potatoes。 〃Big son of a *****。 Balls on him size a apples。 I bet he'd took a few lambs。 Looked like he could a eat a camel。 You want some a this hot water？ There's plenty。〃〃It's all yours。〃
〃Well； I'm goin a warsh everthing I can reach；〃 he said； pulling off his boots and jeans （no drawers； no socks； Jack noticed）； slopping the green washcloth around until the fire spat。
They had a high…time supper by the fire； a can of beans each； fried potatoes and a quart of whiskey on shares； sat with their backs against a log； boot soles and copper jeans rivets hot； swapping the bottle while the lavender sky emptied of color and the chill air drained down； drinking； smoking cigarettes； getting up every now and then to piss； firelight throwing a sparkle in the arched stream； tossing sticks on the fire to keep the talk going； talking horses and rodeo； roughstock events； wrecks and injuries sustained； the submarine Thresher lost two months earlier with all hands and how it must have been in the last doomed minutes； dogs each had owned and known； the draft； Jack's home ranch where his father and mother held on； Ennis's family place folded years ago after his folks died； the older brother in Signal and a married sister in Casper。 Jack said his father had been a pretty well known bullrider years back but kept his secrets to himself； never gave Jack a word of advice； never came once to see Jack ride； though he had put him on the woolies when he was a little kid。 Ennis said the kind of riding that interested him lasted longer than eight seconds and had some point to it。 Money's a good point； said Jack； and Ennis had to agree。 They were respectful of each other's opinions； each glad to have a panion where none had been expected。 Ennis； riding against the wind back to the sheep in the treacherous； drunken light； thought he'd never had such a good time； felt he could paw the white out of the moon。
The summer went on and they moved the herd to new pasture； shifted the camp； the distance between the sheep and the new camp was greater and the night ride longer。 Ennis rode easy； sleeping with his eyes open； but the hours he was away from the sheep stretched out and out。 Jack pulled a squalling burr out of the harmonica； flattened a little from a fall off the skittish bay mare； and Ennis had a good raspy voice； a few nights they mangled their way through some songs。 Ennis knew the salty words to 〃Strawberry Roan。〃 Jack tried a Carl Perkins song； bawling 〃what I say…ay…ay；〃 but he favored a sad hymn； 〃Water…Walking Jesus；〃 learned from his mother who believed in the Pentecost； that he sang at dirge slowness； setting off distant coyote yips。
〃Too late to go out to them damn sheep；〃 said Ennis； dizzy drunk on all fours one cold hour when the moon had notched past two。 The meadow stones glowed white…green and a flinty wind worked over the meadow； scraped the fire low； then ruffled it into yellow silk sashes。 〃Got you a extra blanket I'll roll up out here and grab forty winks； ride out at first light。〃〃Freeze your ass off when that fire dies down。 Better off sleepin in the tent。〃〃Doubt I'll feel nothin。〃 But he staggered under canvas； pulled his boots off； snored on the 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