Ennis and Jack excitedly ran out onto the porch pulling the door behind them, closing it slowly as to not make a sound. The floorboards creaked beneath their combined weight and the cool evening wind whipped between them. Ennis pulled his cowboy hat down further on his head and put his hands in his coat pockets. He looked to Jack to determine their next move. Then Jack announced, "Ennis, I'm gonna take you where I used to go when I was a kid to get away from the folks. I used to walk there when I was little but we better take the truck." They gazed at the crescent moon for several minutes and took in the splendor of the Wyoming autumn night. Jack reached in his back pocket, pulled out the half pint of whiskey, unscrewed the cap and took a gulp. He offered the bottle to Ennis who took a swallow then handed it back. Jack's gaze lingered on the face of his friend. "Ya know something, Ennis, I cain't believe yer really here. I never thought I'd see ya again after all that shit with Aguirre on Brokeback and all. Ya know, I ain't stopped thinking about you since that day," he added sheepishly, "Truth is, I ain't never felt this way about nobody before. You?"
"No, me neither," whispered Ennis, his heart beating faster than he wanted. "I got all the way ta Alma's house an' I couldn't go through with it. The wedding, I mean." The faint sound of crickets chirping filled the awkward silence created by their confessions.
The light in the window of Jack's parents' bedroom turned off. "Guess my folks went to bed. Awright, let's go, Ennis."
"Jack, one more thing..." He turned, and grabbing Jack by the shoulders, leaned in to steal a kiss from Jack's parted lips.
Old Man Twist gasped as he watched in horror from the window in the living room. He had come downstairs to see if Ennis was alright or needed anything else when he heard the voices outside. Did his son, Jack and his friend, Ennis really just kiss?