Ennis once heard somewhere that loneliness and depression can hurt like hell. He believed it as he sat down beside a small calf at the ranch. He must endure 13 more weeks before he can be in Jack Twist’s arms, and Ennis was hurtin’ something fierce. The sadness began to swell on down from his neck to his shoulders. He tried to work the tightness out with a practiced hand – the same hand he used to massage his horse’s sore shanks - but his touch could never do him any good. He needed, and wanted Jack Twist.
Ennis did his work on auto pilot. He liked ranch work, but lately he resented the almost mind numbing repetition of feeding livestock and otherwise tending to them. He needed care. He needed Jack’s shoulder to lay his head upon at the end of the day. Ennis was smarting. He hurt so bad that he didn’t even try to stop the tears as they fell. He didn't know how he could face another day of responsibilities, of being alone.
What would Jack do? Would Jack shake him out of his depression? Remind him that he had 2 little girls depending on him? Or would Jack commiserate, know that he was the only medicine that Ennis could ever need or want? 13 weeks was not such a long time, Ennis thought as Billy, his co-worker and friend, walked in, leading a small calf by a rope. “Why don’t you have a look at this one,” Billy smiled at Ennis as he handed him the rope. Ennis accepted the calf with a forced grin. “She sick,” Ennis asked Billy without looking at him. “I reckon so, Friend,” Billy responded. Both men were silent as Ennis tended to the calf. He was not a vet, certainly, but he had a knack for diagnosing calves that were feeling poorly. “She just needs to be walked around more—you know—get some exercise.” “I’ll see to it,” Bill exclaimed, as he took the rope from Ennis and turned to lead her out with the rest of the stock. Billy turned back like he just remembered something. “I hear you have vacation coming to you in a couple of months!” The mention of his holiday caused Ennis’ shoulders to slacken. “Yeah, and I can’t wait,” Ennis spoke resolutely. Billy led the calf out and returned to his pal. “Tell me all about it, Ennis,” he said excitedly. “I don’t get to go nowhere. You’re lucky. Maybe I can live through you.” Ennis didn’t know what to say. Here he was all this time feeling sorry for himself when he knew others who would certainly trade places with him. “Maybe over lunch I’ll tell you all about it.” Billy smiled and walked out. Ennis would take lunch in an hour. He looked forward to discussing some of his plans with Billy. He may end up feeling like a new man.