Chapter 34:"Jack stood at the edge of a low bluff, looking down at the river and the log bridge. He was smoking and his face was troubled and serious. It was high summer, the grass on the slopes growing a little darker and the constant wind a little warmer. The smoke from Jack’s cigarette swirled over his head idly, unaffected by the ceaseless Wyoming wind, which didn’t lift the brim of his hat even slightly The surroundings on Brokeback were real enough but a hiker, camper or sheep herder would not have been able to see him."
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