Circle JE Ranch, sometime
"Jack, cut that out. Ain't gonna do it out here in the open."
"Ah, c'mon, Babe, just for me? Huh? Just this time. We ain't never done it like this before in the yard, no one's around, just you and me, no one'll see or know, so let's do it."
"No way, nope, gonna head back inta the house and we can do it in there."
"You're afraid you'll like it, that's what it is, isn't it? Afraid you'll wanta do it over and over again out here, all summer long. Ennis is afrai-d, Ennis is afra-id, Ennis..."
"Dammit, only one way to shut yer fool mouth up, isn't there?"
"Yup."
"Ain't gonna take no fer an answer, are ya?"
"Nope."
"Well, okay, I'll do it, but only ta shut ya up, understand. Here goes. But don't blame me if I burn them steaks on this here 'highbachee' thing. If I do, it'll be yer fault we have to have potluck instead of porterhouse tonite."
Word count: 168 [so, I'm making up for not posting for awhile. And, thanks to Leslie for the idea.]