YOUNG JACK:
((Nods and moves forward a bit, starting))
Right. Um, I think you're a little close, watch out for the recoil.
%% Damn it. We gotta get a move on. I'm gettin too hungry to stand. %%
((Using the fine directions that Ennis provided him, aims the rifle and shoots the glass bottle, shards splinterin' everywhere.))
Well whadya know?
((Turns suddenly to Ennis with a grin, realizing they're still standing very close together. Ennis's warm brown eyes that any one could melt into.))
((a little hoarsely)) Let's go see if we can find some game.
((takes a few steps away, back toward the LOW STARTLE-POINT HORSE, hesitantly, not really wanting to enlarge the gap between them))