Chapter 15 -- another milestone thought for Ennis. He is sitting in the sheriff's waiting room, waiting for Ellery:
“Don’t decide till yer stomach is full.” Well here his stomach was full. He had to decide. His hand crept up to his shirt pocket, felt the shape of the journal there. “Shit, Jack, what should I do?” He had no idea what game Ellery Cantrell might be up to, but he sure as hell knew that there was something about the glitter in his eyes that got him going, the confident stride, the dry, quick wit, and in an unbidden moment of fantasy he found himself thinking of what it would be like with him. Not Jack, but the lean, witty deputy who bought him a Texas omelet “as my guest.”. He took the journal out of his pocket, not opening it, but looking down at it as if it were a gravestone.
“Jack, I ain’t never thought of it with any man but you,” he prayed silently. “I’m sorry, Jack.” And to his dismay, as his fantasy gripped him, the face he pulled toward him to kiss was not Jack’s.
Whoa, Ennis is falling FAST! Faster than I remembered, actually. So great to go back and re-read this!
L