** Um, not yet, Ms. Moon. We got the rest of the evenin' then the moon can come up. Alright, darlin'?**
YOUNG JACK:
((chuckles to himself and grins up at Ennis))
Can't pull the wool over yer eyes, can I, Ennis? Yer right, that mare got lucky, tossed me 'bout 20 feet. I bet if you'd been there you could have handled her... You've got those firm hands of yours... %% that I want all over my body %% 'Twas good I landed in the brush, even though I did get scratched up a little.
Here, whit yer whistle and I'll see if I can dredge up some other entertainmen' since the harmonica aint soundin' right.
((tosses WHISKEY BOTTLE to ENNIS))