My first ever drabble:
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November 1985
Dozy E Ranch
Ten Sleep, Wyoming
“Never liked them damn purple chairs, Jack,” Ennis said, putting the last of the Thanksgiving dishes into the cupboard. “I know you got ‘em in the divorce an’ all, but, they just ain’t me.”
“We can’t afford new ones, En. You know that. Maybe next year the ranch’ll do better and we can get those oak ladder-back ones you like. It’s not like we have folks over that often, anyway.” Jack finished wiping the glasses dry and handed two to Ennis. “We may not have much, but we got each other,” said Jack, snapping the dishtowel and connecting with its intended target, Ennis’s ass.
“Goddammit!” Ennis squealed, almost dropping the glasses.
“C’mon, cowboy, tell me where it hurts.” Jack grabbed him from behind and tried to subdue the squirming Ennis. “Let’s hit the hay, I’m beat.”
“You’re beat?” Ennis laughed.
Gravel kicked up and sprayed the trailer, coming off a passing semi and Ennis awoke with a gasp. Tonight, the pillow was wet.