Hey, C*!
I''m back. Scarfed that chapter right up the first time - and then went back and savored every word - the only way to really do your words justice.
You mentioned once that humor was new to you as a writer - wow - I can't believe that. The dialogue flows so naturally . . . it's obvious that our boys haven't just gotten under your skin, they've taken residence in your brain as well!
Ennis and his crazy, "dirty joke" fruit cocktail - is that just so Ennis, or what?
Ya know, I love this balance to their relationship - this give and take, the many levels. Ennis views himself as the protector - Jack allows him this; Jack is in many ways more worldly - but he knows and respects the intelligent, thinking man behind Ennis's humble demeanor.
I loved this:
. . .hefty log they were sharing, an ancient fallen limb, large and craggy, a permanent fixture of their preferred campground, having resided in that spot for as long as Ennis could remember.
How perfect - permanent, timeless, created by God. A physical representation of their love - and why all of this -
drove Ennis to a primal place, ancient and primordial, primitive and pure, . . .
the primal meeting the spiritual… . . .
filling the sky with a resonating joy so few ever come to know. . . .
Unable to speak, powerless to stop, Ennis gripped tighter, wanting Jack’s cry to become part of his thrashing soul, willing the piercing howl to be absorbed into his very limbs, as they soared together, clinging in concert, two desperately fervent bodies reaching a mutual overriding release.
- just had to happen exactly there. Damn, you're good.
I probably won't be able to resist going back and reading again.
Thanks, as always.
Love ya back,
Marie
P.S. Re Ennis's ominous feelings - can't wait to see where that is leading . . . I won't even hazard a guess - not with a writer of your caliber! 
Marie,
Thank you so much, sweetie.
I always look forward to your comments.
You are so kind and generous, and thorough.
And you make me feel so comfortable in certain areas that I previously questioned...like the humor.

LOL But it's just so easy to write the banter for our boys.
Yes, they are under my skin, in my brain, in my blood...in every pore. I try to joke about how they won't quit talking to me...only...it's really not a joke. lol That's how it really is with characters that are so completely alive. I haven't experienced any type of 'block' or slowing down of the dialogue in my head since I started writing these stories three months ago. If anything, I just wish I had more time, so I could get the words out faster.

My brain keeps jumping ahead, faster than I can type. I already know what I'll be writing for '72, '76, '79...and beyond.
I just need to find a way to be independently wealthy, so I can write my 'add-ins' full time.

hehehe
You are just so incredible with the feedback, even with the drabbles.
I love all of your comments and insights on those too.
I used to question my ability to pack a punch in 300 words or less. But every time I write a drabble now, and get your feedback, I just smile for the rest of the day.
Thanks so much.
I appreciate all your time and thoughtfulness.
I'm going to cut and paste your beautiful comments on Part 4 over to my LJ, so I can read them again in conjunction with the other comments. Hope you don't mind if I do this. Sometimes, I re-read the comments when I'm working on the next chapter. It helps me to 'feel' where people are emotionally with my story.
Love ya, sweetie.
C*