Ennis Del Mar carried Jack Twist in his arms all the way back to camp. Camp was a good 2 miles from the hiking trail, but Ennis never considered dropping Jack on his feet. Never. Jack was just fine an hour ago, but he became lethargic and weak as he climbed the small hill that led to..well..Ennis and Jack were exploring again, just like the old days up on Brokeback.
Jack collapsed in Ennis’ arms, and Ennis cried out in terror! He scooped Jack up, carried him like he was a child to a log by the side of the trail. Ennis placed his cheek against Jack’s forehead. He was burning up! “It looks like you’ve come down with a bug, Rodeo!” Ennis whispered against Jack’s hair. Jack wavered and leaned up against his lover. “I’m sorry, friend.” Jack's breathing was labored. “I was fine until just a few minutes ago. Can we head back to camp? I’m sure I’ll be back to my old self in the mornin’.” Ennis nodded and picked Jack up as though we were light as a feather.
“Let me down, Friend, I can walk!” But Ennis ignored his lover’s protestations and continued walking with Jack in his arms. Jack knew better than to continue objecting. When Ennis had a mind to do something, he could be right stubborn! Jack laid his head against Ennis' neck and passed out. When they reached camp, Ennis gently lowered Jack to the ground and climbed into the tent. He prepared the bedroll, and climbed back out to collect his lover. When Jack was safely inside their small “bed” Ennis considered what to do. He rubbed Jack’s forehead, played with the hair lying there. He decided to give Jack a few aspirin, and if he wasn’t better in a few hours, he would go down to town for help. Ennis decided to turn in for the night, without a fire, without supper. He wanted to be near Jack, be there for him! It was cold outside, the bedroll was hot, but Ennis cuddled Jack into his arms and held him. He rocked him gently, placing soft kisses on top of his head. He would stay there with Jack until the end of time, if need be…