The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[memento]

Going up, the day was fine, but the trail deep-drifted and slopping wet at the margins. They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through brittle branch wood, Jack lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses’ hooves. Ennis, weather-eyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up on such a day, but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might drown looking up.

[story]

[Fran]

On the day Jack and Ennis brought the sheep down, "the wind combed the grass and drew from the damaged krummholz and slit rock a bestial drone."

[southendmd]

The day after the night of TS1, Ennis looked a bit drawn.

[memento]

Tired of another day of eating beans, Jack suggested killing a sheep to chew on;  Ennis eschewed the idea saying: "What if Aguirre finds out?  We're supposed to guard the sheep, not eat 'em."

[Fran]

After the horses were loaded into the trailer, Jack mentioned that he was heading up to his folks' place for a day or two.

[southendmd]

"We're supposed to guard the sheep, not eat 'em," grumped Ennis the night he came home late with(out) the groceries.

=comment=
How come we're down the bottom again?

[memento]

Ennis had a hang-up about being seen in broad daylight with Jack.

=aside= Paul
It feels like we're going up and down the mountain.

[Fran]

Mr. del Mar was trying to instill his own homophobic values and prejudices in his impressionable sons the day he brought them to view Earl's mutilated corpse.

[southendmd]

Ennis had to accept that the August snowstorm was lamentably the boys' last day on the mountain.

[memento]

Going up, the day was fine, but the trail deep-drifted and slopping wet at the margins. They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through brittle branch wood, Jack lifting his head in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry needle duff and hot rock, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses’ hooves. Ennis, weather-eyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up on such a day, but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might drown looking up.

[story]