Ennis Del Mar walked home from the bus depot loaded down with his personal belongings. He just finished 4 weeks up near the Tetons for the round-up, and caught the first bus he could catch back to Riverton. He was walking a bit slower than usual, realizing that his small trailer would not be very welcoming. There was no one to welcome him home. Ennis passed by the grocers and debated whether or not he should go in and buy a few groceries. He was out of most things before he even left for the long job, but he shrugged and decided against it. He could always go shopping tomorrow.
Ennis flinched as he walked the last block or so to his trailer park. The streets were dry, rather dusty, devoid of any signs of life, save a small white dog running across the road with its tail between its legs. The loneliness was even more profound than last night at the ranch when he woke up in a sweat muttering, “I want my man! I want my man!” Ennis cringed at the memory. He hoped no one heard him!
Safely inside his small home, Ennis placed his gear in the proper places and sat at his small table. He reached for the postcard that Jack Twist sent him only last month, accepting his invitation to meet up at Don Wroe’s cabin. The trip was only 3 weeks away, and just the thought of being with Jack seemed to chase away the lonely feelings. He prepared himself a simple dinner of franks and beans, all the while holding the postcard like a treasure. He ate with a light heart and began to smile as he thought of his trip and the laughter, the love, and the tenderness that awaited him.