Right (17) by Littlewing1957
Jack could have kicked himself! Why did he have to go and say “us?” Jack lowered his head a bit, trying to think of a clever way to tell his ma about Ennis. “Jack, honey, what is it?” Mrs. Twist asked with such tenderness that Jack was tempted to tell all. But he didn’t think the time was right. Hell, there may never be a right time!
“Aguirre hired an extra hand this time around to tend camp.” Jack began. “His name is Ennis and he’s from Riverton.” Mrs. Twist listened with interest. “Go on,” she encouraged. “Well, not much else to tell, ma.” Jack stated evenly. “Like I said, Aguirre told us to bring the sheep in because he didn’t want us to get caught in the storm. That’s all there is to it.” Mrs. Twist instinctively knew that her son was hiding something from her. She had a feeling that the Ennis fella he mentioned was somehow special to him. Mrs. Twist noticed the light burned a bit brighter in his eyes when he mentioned Ennis’ name. But she didn’t want to press him. All in good time!
“Is that all, ma?” Jack asked rather sheepishly. “If you don’t mind, I would like to get to the store and get back as soon as possible.” “Oh?” It was Mrs. Twist. “You have something to do later on this afternoon?" Jack turned the key in the ignition. “Yeah ma,” Jack answered as he drove off from the curb. “There is somethin’ I just gotta do.”