Jack was returning to the campsite with an arm load of wood for the fire. He was humming a happy tune and had a huge grin on his handsome face. Ennis watched Jack’s approach and smiled. Ennis noticed a light heartedness about Jack this time. Oh, he was generally upbeat whenever they met, but this time Jack was in an extremely good mood. Ennis decided not to ask about it. He chose to enjoy the trip and play it by ear. If Jack had news, he could wait until he was ready to talk about it.
“I just saw a medium sized dog nosing around, Friend,” Jack announced as he placed more wood on the fire. “That so,” Ennis stated, interested. “He kind of reminded me of Bluebell, the dog we had up on Brokeback.” Ennis grinned slightly when he thought of Bluebell. She was a sweet, obedient, competent animal: always a joy to have around. “Where is the dog now?” Ennis asked as he warmed his hands against the flames. “Oh, I don’t know,” Jack answered as he looked around. “Probably ran off to get something to eat, or to find its owner.” Ennis nodded and waved his hands near the fire in an attempt to get warm.
“This is how a dog eats,” Jack said as he gnashed his mouth in a munching grimace. Jack growled and Ennis had to stifle a laugh. “You’re silly, Rodeo,” Ennis managed to say. “What has gotten into you?” Jack was silent a moment and his eyes flashed. Ennis saw the lust creeping onto Jack’s countenance and was sorry he asked. He could almost hear Jack’s answer. But Jack said nothing. He smiled and winked.