Too Early In The Summer
< Beans. Beans beans beans. I´m sick of ´em.>
< Hmm...>
< Taste ain´t that bad, but ...mbmummbfrt....>
< Huh? Mumbling used to be my part. What´d ya say?>
< Said ´they make me fart.´>
< Um...well...> Ennis grins.
< I´ll run them sheep off if I go on like that. Maybe that´s why I ain´t shot me no coyote yet, ´cause they don´t come close enough with all that...gas around. Expect that goddamn puptent to take off like a balloon some night!>
Ennis laughes out loud, jerking his head back, eyes sparkling.
´This boy is f*uckin´too cute when he laughs...´
< Your guts don´t react like this, or what? >
< Hm, no, think they are used to beans. >
The cowboys go on eating in silence.
Ennis, sniffing : <Uh! What´s that? Was that you? >
< NO, MAN! Bud, I´d never fart as long as you´re around! Don´t want to run you off, friend! It wasn´t me! >
< Naw, me neither, told you I don´t fart, beans or no beans, it must´ve been you!>
Jack laughs, jumps up and over to Ennis, grabs his shirt, and tuzzling and laughing they fall on the ground -
curtains fall discretely...
