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A/N: Thought I’d write something- just cause it’s been a while. Is that enough of a good reason? :)
’Summary’: 3 different moments in Jack’s life
Genre: Canon-ish
Warnings: always the same *rolls eyes*
Disclaimer: Ennis and Jack were not created by me, but by Annie E. Proulx. No infringements or disrespects intended.


“Are ya listenin’, boy?”

The harsh words came right before the blow, one he didn’t see but surely felt- a hard slap accurately placed a few inches below his left ear, that left his neck and his jaw stinging.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“And such a liar ya are, too. Think I can’t see ya? Pretendin’ to listen, but God knows what the hell’s goin’ on in that head of yours.” John Twist looked down at his son with narrowed his eyes, and that -Jack knew it quite well- was always the first sign of trouble. “I done told ya a million o’ times. The fucking barn door has to stay closed. Thought it was easy enough to understand, even for someone like ya.”

“Yes sir.”

“‘Yes sir’. If ya understood so well then what the hell was it doin’ open, uh? Reckon ya oughta have a sensible explanation for that, boy.”

Jack Twist gulped, trying to stall for time to think of something -anything- that would sound as a sensible answer to his father. A few seconds were more than enough to realize that nothing he could said would manage to calm him down, and so he might as well go with the truth.

“I forgot. I’m sorry.”

“You forgot,” his father repeated slowly, almost incredulously. He snorted bitterly and shook his head, and the anger seem to drain out of him at once. “Ya fuckin’ forgot. Swear to God, I’d pay jus’ to see what’s inside of here.” His long, bony fingers grazed Jack’s skull, his index tapping the kid’s temple. “No use in having ya here. I’m startin’ to think maybe ya are o’ no use at all, boy.”

“I’m sorry,” Jack repeated. He felt he had to say something, but since a sensible explanation of any sort still eluded him, excuses was all he had to offer.

“As ya should be. Ya spend half o’ yer time with that dumb look on yer face ya know that?- like ya ain’t even there. What should I do with ya?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

“O’course.” John Twist shook his head, scoffing. “Ya can say what’s really on yer mind, son. I know ya hate this place anyway. Prob’ly thinkin’ about a way to get outta here as soon as ya have a chance. Prob’ly feeling like ya are stuck in this place, am I right?”


“Well, I’m sorry for ya, but here ya are and here yer gonna stay. The sooner you realize this, the better.” He spat on the ground, his spit mingling with the dirt at Jack’s feet. “You’d better smarten up, boy. Y’think yer too good for this place, but I c’n already see ya ain’t never gonna go anywhere.”

He made what was meant to be a poignant pause and Jack, thinking the lecture had to be over and anxious to get away, made a move to leave. Before he could take a single step his father grabbed him by a wrist.

“Dreams are for fools, Jack,” he spoke quiely. “I know that.” His words were remarked by a short nod, then he fell silent for another moment. Jack waited.

“Yeah, she used ta dream a lot, too. But she never been real happy with was she’s got.” John frowned, then sighed, looking past his son with a faraway look Jack had never seen on his face. “Swear to God, sometimes you’re just like yer mother.”

“You what?”

Jack’s mom stared at her son, taking in his dishevelled clothes, the dirt on his jeans and shirt, and the beaming look on his face.

“Rode a bull.”

“Yes, Jack.” His mom’s voice was laden with irritation. “Yes, I heard that.”

He was tempted to ask why she’d wanted him to repeat it then, but kept his mouth closed.

“So tell me if I got it right. Ya just went there and rode a bull, without tellin’ anyone? Without havin’ ever done it before?”


“It’s dangerous, Jack! People get killed in there!”

“But I’ve been careful,” Jack protested, trying to keep his voice down.
He hated when he had to fight with his mother, but he already knew this was too much of an important thing to him, something he wouldn’t –couldn’t- give up.

The moment he had mounted that bull he had felt he’d found what he was born to do. Jack the bulls’ tamer- defiant and free.

“Can never be careful enough,” his mother murmured. She sniffed. “Promise it won’t happen again.”


“Promise me.”

Jack jammed his hands in his jeans pockets, ducked his head to hide his expression behind the brim of the hat. “Can’t.”

His mother let out a shaky exasperated breath. Jack glanced up.

“Dad used to ride bulls, too. Why not me?”

“It’s a different thing.”

“Yeah,” Jack retorted, his voice resentful. “’Cause I’m not as good as he was.”

There was a moment of tense silence.

“No. Not because of that,” she confessed. “I think you’re just the same, actually.”

Jack looked at her, surprise evident on his face.

“You sure are as stubborn as he is.” She sighed, turned back to the kitchen stove. “Don’t tell him, uh? Not yet.” She went on, talking more to herself than to her son. “No point in forbiddin’ you to go. You will do it anyway. I know that.”

She looked out of the window, at the miles of nothing that stretched ahead.

“Sometimes you’re just like your dad.”

Two pots and a pan were sizzling on the fire. Jack threw a quick look at the tent.
Still asleep.

He poked at the embers, sat down on the log again.

Should be ready in a minute, he thought.

He smiled to himself.
The stubborn mule was always up at the crack of down. He had never happened to be awake before Ennis.

First time for everything, apparently.

He straightened his back, inhaled the fresh morning air.
It smelled like pines and grass and sunlight, and it filled him with an inexplicable sense of happiness.
The sun was still pale and low, and it shed a surreal light on the mountains, and Jack sat there for while, looking around as the world seemed to wake up.

He was suddenly startled by two arms sliding around his shoulder.

“What are ya doin’ awake?” Ennis’s rough voice muttered into Jack’s ear, his breath tickling his skin.

“Makin’ breakfast,” Jack announced, something akin to pride in his words.

“Hmm.” Ennis stood up and and walked around the log to sit beside Jack. “Could’ve woken me up.”

“Didn’t want to.” Jack peeked at him. “And I didn’t mind.”

They looked at each other for a short moment, Ennis’s expression one of soft surprise, Jack’s slightly amused.

Ennis grabbed the kettle, fixed himself a mug of steaming coffee.

“Thanks,” he said, his gaze shifting to the ground. He gingerly took a sip, careful not to burn his lips. “It’s been a long time since someone did that for me.”

He looked at Jack again receiving a bright smile in return, Jack’s eyes a shining blue.

Maybe Ennis didn’t talk much. But he was the only one who could make Jack feel so special -unique- with just a few words.

Date: 2010-01-15 01:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's so wonderful to see you writing again!! This was beautiful, like all your writing is. Thanks sweetie! I hope you're doing well!

Date: 2010-01-16 06:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww thanks sweetie, you're always so kind. :)
I'm glad you liked it and thanks for commenting- your comments mean the world to me. ♥


Date: 2010-01-15 02:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Beautiful! Love it, i'm so glade to hear from ya friend :)

I hope that everything is going well and that RL is getting better.

lots of love,


Date: 2010-01-16 06:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ashley babe, how are you doing? :)
Hope everything's ok with you. ♥

Thanks a lot for commenting darling- RL is ok for the moment... *g*

*tight hugs!!*


Date: 2010-01-15 02:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, b. I enjoyed all 3 of them especially in the sequence you wrote them because it made his time with Ennis seem so much more special.

Isn't it funny how several writers picture Ennis as someone who rises early and Jack as one who sleeps in/oversleeps? lol. Why is that?

Thank you for these, b. Very well done!!


Date: 2010-01-16 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey sweet Mary!!!
How are you doing? Hope you're okay honey, it's good to 'see' you here. ♥

And well, as for your question, I think it has to do both with the movie and the book- there is at least a scene where Ennis wakes up before Jack (even if I don't know if that can really count *lol*), but IMO it's more because of Jack being all grumpy when he wakes up, complaining about having to commute to go the sheep and everything... Not a very morning person, poor Jackie *lol!*

Thanks for your comment, love!
Is very much appreciated :)

Love you,

Date: 2010-01-15 08:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very nice. I liked the open barn door metaphor.

Date: 2010-01-16 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you very much soulan. I'm glad you liked it. :)

You've got it, girl!

Date: 2010-01-15 01:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This was so beautiful! I love the contrast between Lightning Flat and Brokeback Mountain. Only Ennis could make Jack smile like that. What a nice treat to wake up to! (I'm talking about seeing that you posted this, of course... not waking up to find that Jack has made me breakfast... but, damn, that would be nice too!)


Date: 2010-01-16 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey there, girl! :)

Thanks for your comment, they always put a smile on my face!
And well I have to agree with you, that would be a VERY nice way to wake up in the morning- *lol!* If only!

Hope you're ok honey, hugs!!


Date: 2010-01-15 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wonderful job! I really liked this. You summed these two up perfectly.

Date: 2010-01-16 06:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks a lot for commenting Kelly. :)
I'm glad you liked it!

Hugs and have a good day, dear!


Date: 2010-01-15 08:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you for this. Nobody really loved Jack as much as Ennis did - but even Ennis wouldn't show it out in the open. :(

Date: 2010-01-16 06:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks to you, Vicky. :)
Comments make me happy ♥

And yeah, too bad that Ennis didn't have the courage to show his love in the "real" world as well.



Date: 2010-01-15 10:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
God, Baby B, these 3 moments are so touching.
The way you wrote them... it's beautiful.
Thank you so much!
Talk to you soon.
*Jugs* *lol*


Date: 2010-01-16 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey Raph babe!
Sorry I had a couple of bad days *grumbles* no time to write and well, I'm going to go out now!

I'll write you soon- tomorrow. :)
Fear not, my friend!

Jugs back *giggles*

Date: 2010-01-16 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Very good. Poor Jack though, he finally finds love, but he had to settle with Ennis only being able to show some of his affection in the middle of nowhere a few times a year.

Date: 2010-01-16 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks for you comment Anna. :)



Date: 2010-01-16 09:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wonderful writing.

Thank you

Date: 2010-01-16 06:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you for brightening my day. :)




Date: 2010-01-16 02:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you, I enjoyed these glimpses so much.


Re: Glimpses

Date: 2010-01-16 06:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, glimpses is the right word. :)

Thanks to you Judy, I'm real glad you liked it.



Date: 2010-01-16 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Come mi sono mancati i tuoi scritti, carissima!
Hai proprio centrato uno dei problemi esistenziali di Jack, il suo voler essere all'altezza di suo padre, sconfiggere quel senso di sconfitta e di inadeguatezza che suo padre voleva constantemente instillare nel figlio fin dalla sua infanzia...
Molto riuscito il contrasto con la felicita' su BBM rispetto ai soprusi sopportati a Lightning Flat, e l'immagine di Ennis che anche se non a parole riesce a comunicare qualcosa di speciale e unico a Jack...
(Ho notato un typo: If ya understood so well than what the hell was it doin’ open - dovrebbe essere "then", non "than")

Mi sei mancata. Un abbraccio con affetto,

Date: 2010-01-16 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Ciao cara, che piacere 'vederti'!
Grazie per aver scovato l'errore- ho corretto. :)

Sono felice che ti sia piaciuto.
Anche a me è mancato 'postare'- anche se a dire il vero non ho messo di scrivere, anzi scrivo più di prima... Speriamo che tutto questo lavoro dia i suoi frutti!! ;)

Un bacio e un abbraccio forte!!


Date: 2010-01-16 03:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Damned that's so good. Thank you for writing.


Date: 2010-01-16 06:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank YOU for reading!

It means a lot to me. :)
I'm glad you liked it, have a good day!

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Date: 2010-01-17 05:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks a lot to you for reading :)



Date: 2010-01-16 09:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG, just so ... everything, huh
particularly loved 2 and 3 OMG 3 huh
thanks for sharing

Date: 2010-01-17 05:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey Vanessa :)
Good to see you here!

I am very glad you liked it, and thanks for reading!

Hugs and have a good day/evening, hope you're ok!. ♥


Date: 2010-01-19 12:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is lovely, Giulia.
I like the whole writing, but I love the last part, I'm delighted with stories where the boys are together and happy.
I love Ennis here:
“It’s been a long time since someone did that for me.”
Maybe this is his way to say "I love you". I'm sure Jack undertood so.

Thank you for sharing.

How do you do, sweetgirl?
I hope fine.
Love and hugs,

Date: 2010-01-20 05:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey sweet thing!
It's good to see you- how are you? :)
I'm ok, thanks... hope you are too! ♥

Thanks a lot for your sweet comment.
Love you!

Date: 2010-01-22 03:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] chamilet
Very nice:) Made OMT seem almost human there for a moment...

Date: 2010-01-29 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
*lol* yeah he was human after all, wasn't he?
Glad you caught that. :)

Thank you for reading!!



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