Ennis raises his head, and claps his hand to his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose
with his thumb and forfinger. His eyes are giant pits of pain. He can't seem to focus his
mind. Let alone hs vision, through the relentless hangover pain. Man, I don't remember
having a headache like this, in a long time. Then like a thunderbolt. Realization hits him. His
head was throbbing before, but that has now notched up, to the Sun.
Ennis tries to open his eyes. They are stubbornly refusing to obey.. His poor head is
hammering like a drum. His eyes are blinded, but still he tries. He starts to rise, and look around. He glances down to where he is sitting..Now, "oh my God" when the truth hits him.
"What have I done? What have we, done?" "Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, oh God..." and he
looks once more in Jacks direction. He lays still and sleeping, and Ennis can see that his jeans
are still down to his knees. Then he sees his own are still in the same place as well. "Oh my
God, oh my God" the litany repeats again in his hammering brain. " What have I done, what have we done?"
Ennis rises and pulls his jeans up as he heads out through the tent flap. He wishes he had
purchased those aspirins, that he passed on. Because he only had $l.63. When he thought about buying them.. He is now on a mission to get back to those sheep, he knows that
he cannot face Jack at this time. And as if thinking of the man has somehow summoned him.
Jack emerges from the tent. He is disheveled and rather forlorn looking. "Oh my God the
litany begins again." Ennis tries to complete his job. To ready Cigar Butt, to go back up the mountain.
He checks the 30-30 and returns it to the scabbard. Jack walks tentatively towards where he
is now mounting the horse, and starts to turn. Jack says softly, "see ya for supper." Ennis completes the turn and only grunts in reply. He is in such a stage of pain, and worry, and even
shame, til he has no other response. He wonders what the future now will bring. "I have
probably killed, the only real friendship, I have ever had. I ever will have. Oh, my God. " He,
tries to think. Through the relentless hangover he is carrying. It now has a companion pain.
That has taken up residence, in the pit, of a sour stomach. He doesn't know if the pain is
from the alcohol, or from the feeling of shame and betrayal. "Oh God, oh God, oh God." He
hurries up the trail, and finds the pain is now his constant companion. He won't soon, escape this,
and he is pretty sure, that those aspirins weren't going to be a big help ,either.