Evenin', again. Here's some more...a little more timely. Hope ya don't mind that it runs over a bit...actually way over... do have a tendency to ramble on sometimes, have found out that once they start talking they have a lot to say! Will try to put some reins on the next one.
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Circle JE Ranch, April 1995
“What’s fer breakfast?” Ennis asked, leaning into the Frigidaire.
Enjoying the view provided by flannel pajamas clinging to a firm ass, Jack replied, “Whatever ya want, so long as it’s in the house. Not going out in the cold, nice ‘n warm in here.”
“Anythin'?” Ennis looked over his shoulder at Jack with a smile and one raised eyebrow.
“Almost. Gotta do something about that one track mind a yers. Not that I’m complainin’ none, just so’s ya know.” Jack stifled another yawn.
“Stop that, ‘r ya’ll get me ta doin’ it too, it’s catchin’.”
“Think I may be catchin’ somethin’ maself, gotta sore throat.”
“Ya not ok?” Ennis came over and checked Jack’s forehead, cupped his cheek with the palm of his hand. “Yer forehead’s not warm, yer ears ain’t red, but yer cheeks look a little flush.”
“That’s from yer early mornin’ exercise.” Jack turned his head slightly and kissed that palm.
“Glad ta see I c’n still put some color in those cheeks a your’n. Just suck on one a them throat pills, the imported ones, that should do it. Don’t need ‘nother doctor bill right now.” Ennis patted Jack's cheek and headed back to forage in the fridge.
“Ya mean the Reecolaaah ones? They’s American with a Swiss name, dumbass. It’s called marketin’, think it’ll sell more with a strange name. Ya got a foreign foods fetish goin’ on this mornin’?”
“Thought marketin’ was what we did on Saturdays at the Safeway,” came a muffled reply.
“Dif’rent kind.”
“Humpf. Say, where’s Shep?” Ennis reached into the back of the second shelf, pushing aside the pickles and what was once half an apple.
“Outside already, mindin’ his business.”
“Speakin’ a business, what’re ya doing today, b’sides not tellin’ me what’s for breakfast?’
“Plannin’ Commission meetin’. Some suits from Denver gonna come up and tell us that what’s good fer them and the old Franklin ranch is good fer us, and we should be thankin’ ‘em for wantin’ ta do that fer us, and ta show our thanks we should be amendin’ the General Plan ta accommodate their big plans. All flash and dash. Think we’re a buncha hicks, makes me mad. ‘S if we hadn’t already figgered out years ago fer ourselves the way things oughtta be. Took a lotta time and arm twistin’ ta put all that tagether, and they waltz in ‘n want us to bow down and change it on their say-so, be damned if’n I‘ll do that.” Jack stopped, to take a breath and down a gulp of coffee.
‘That’s my man,’ Ennis thought with a smile, ‘once he gets started ta talkin’ ya cain’t shut him up.’
“Well, ya can handle ‘em, Mr. Commissioner, just like ya did old LD and all them others, includin’ me. Sure am glad a that.”
Jack felt warm all over from the love that went with those words. ‘Ennis fuckin’ Del Mar. Ya did it again, sayin’ ya love me without even knowin’ it. How I love ya, ya dumbass!' he chuckled to himself, shaking his head slowly, thinking about so many things.
And then he put down his cup and headed over to save his man from sure starvation.
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