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Introducing the "Jack with Ennis" Fan Fic Game - the BetterMost Edition
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was unable to sleep that night. Aguirre's news about Uncle Harold's imminent demise really spooked him. Jack was grateful for a friend like Ennis. Del Mar sat with him and listened patiently and attentively to all of his fond stories about Harold. Just last night Jack found himself cuddled safely in Ennis' arms as he told the story of Uncle Harold and his truck:
"He loved that truck, Friend," Jack spoke, enthusiasm animating his voice. "My ma used to drive me over to Harold's spread when she and pa needed some alone time." Jack and Ennis both chuckled at that. "Ma and Pa thought I didn't know what was going on when they wanted to get rid of me for the weekend, but I was a smart boy!" Ennis pulled Jack closer and nuzzled his cheek. "I knew they needed some together time, and I think ma knew that I knew!" Ennis smiled and was silent. "But I'm gettin' kinda off track here." Ennis nodded and Jack continued," Uncle Harold was a bachelor then and he welcomed my company cause he was all alone on his ranch. The first thing we did when I reached his place? We watched a bit of TV and then we walked out back to take a look at his truck." "What did you guys do to the truck?" Ennis asked, interested. "Well," Jack began, but before he could continue, one of the horses kicked up a ruckus.
Ennis returned to the tent after chasing away a small deer. He had to soothe the mare by rubbing her flanks - the poor filly was trembling. "Just a deer that startled her, was all," Ennis announced. Jack didn't care about that; he knew Ennis had everything under control. Ennis resumed his position and Jack settled back to continued his story: "we was gonna rebuild her," Jack commenced, "Fix 'er up from top to bottom. I loved it, Friend. I spent all my summer weekends for 2 years fixing up that truck with Uncle Harold." "And you guys got it to working!" Ennis stated. "Sure did!" Jack answered, proudly. "What happened to the truck, Jack? Uncle Harold still driving it?" Jack's eyes misted over then. "What I didn't know was that the truck was for me. You saw me drive up to Aguirre's trailer in it!"
TDC
LauraGigs:
^ Hmm. That kinda clashes with Annie Proulx's description of the "cunt truck" (as I'm sure Jack wouldn't have referred to it that way if it were Harold's). But I like your version of the story better!!
:D
Luvlylittlewing:
--- Quote from: LauraGigs on September 17, 2009, 12:48:55 am ---^ Hmm. That kinda clashes with Annie Proulx's description of the "cunt truck" (as I'm sure Jack wouldn't have referred to it that way if it were Harold's). But I like your version of the story better!!
:D
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:laugh: Thanks, Laura!
Luvlylittlewing:
"When did you learn to drive?" Ennis asked Jack after learning that he received a gift of a truck for his 16th birthday. Jack shrugged. "Uncle Harold used to take me out driving while he made the rounds of his spread. When I was real little he used to drive me around while I sat on his lap. I would grab onto the steering wheel and pretended to steer." Ennis smiled at the image of a baby Jack Twist sitting on his uncle's lap, grinning, twisting the wheel back and forth. The very thought of Jack being nurtured and indulged brought into sharp relief the near neglect he endured during his own difficult early childhood. But Ennis was genuinely happy that at least Jack experienced a bit of joy when he was very young. And Uncle Harold played a major role in raising Jack Twist: an exceptional young man. Ennis understood why Jack was so upset that his beloved Uncle Harold was sick unto death.
"I got my license after I turned 17," Jack continued. "My pa took me out driving our truck for real when I was about 14. Ma didn't want me to drive...thought I would end up somewhere dead on the side of the road, I'm so clumsy!" Ennis laughed at that. "But she realized it was important that I learn to drive, cause I could go into town to the store when she needed something." "Sure enough," Ennis interjected. Jack looked at his friend. That Ennis was such a good listener that Jack was feeling a bit guilty about going on and on about himself. "What about you, Ennis," Jack asked as he grabbed Ennis' hand in his. "When did you learn to drive?"
"Well, I don't have a formal license, but I plan to get one before Alma and me get married." Jack had a habit of shrinking whenever he heard Alma's name, but he learned to hide it. He wanted Ennis to keep talking. "But you can drive, right? How did you learn?" Ennis was warming to the subject. "Oh, I just sorta picked it up," Ennis explained. My brother taught me most of what I know, and I learned a bit from my old boss up at the ranch I worked at. My sis never learned how to drive, but KE was always a good driver. My dad was never very good at driving, and one day...." Jack knew what made his friend pause and he wanted to change the subject...fast. No need in resurrecting painful memories. Jack squeezed his lover's hand. "Do you want to know when I first got that old truck?" Ennis brightened all at once. "Yeah, Rodeo. Tell me!"
TBC
Luvlylittlewing:
Jack was certain that he would get some sleep if he turned in early, but falling into bed alone at 9p.m. didn't help matters. By midnight poor Jack was wide awake and suffering! He hadn't slept more than a few hours since he came back from the last trip to the mountains with Ennis. That fool Ennis found out that he had been to Mexico and all hell broke loose. Ennis even threatened to kill Jack, and even after they sort of reconciled, Jack wasn't sure if he would ever see Ennis again. The thought of being without his lover was unbearable! The longing for his friend, the loneliness and the uncertainly! Jack would go mad if he couldn't rest, if he couldn't find some measure of peace.
Lureen barely noticed her husband's torment, but little Bobby learned of his father's misery. One sleepless night Jack became aware of the rattling of pots and pans from the kitchen. Lureen was snoring beside him, so what the heck? Bobby was up and making ready to cook? Jack had to check it out before the boy turned on the stove and burned the house down. Jack found Bobby looking through the drawer where Lureen kept the small saucepans. "Bobby, its late," Jack said. Bobby looked up at his dad, a sheepish expression on his fresh face. "What are you doing out here in the kitchen at this hour," Jack asked his son. "Dad, I couldn't sleep," Bobby whispered. "Ma makes me a nice cup of tea whenever I can't sleep and it helps." Jack waited and allowed the boy to continue. "Can I make myself a cup of sleep tea, dad?"
Jack smiled at his boy. Sleep tea, eh? Jack gently pulled a small saucepan from Bobby's hand and placed it back in the cabinet. "If we're going to have a cup of tea, we should do it right," Jack explained as he fetched the tea kettle. Bobby reached down into a cupboard and pulled out the tea. Jack took the package and read, "Sleepytime herbal tea!" Well, we'll see if this stuff works, Jack exclaimed. Bobby nodded and fetched 2 tea cups. Jack snatched the kettle from the burner right before it whistled. It wouldn't do to wake Lureen. Jack poured the scalding water into the cups and added a packet of sugar to each. He and Bobby carried their cups to the kitchen table and sat. They drank and caught up. When Jack felt his eyelids grow heavy, he thanked God for his son. Bobby was showing signs of sleepiness, as well. Jack took his boy by the hand and led him to his bedroom. Little Bobby was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow. Snuggled inside his own bed, Jack was delighted that he would finally be able to sleep, and if he was lucky, encounter Ennis Del Mar in his dreams.
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