The "ABCs of BBM": Round 965! (Rules in first post)

[Meryl]

Sleepy the Bull kicked and bucked wickedly, but Jack hung on to win the bull-riding competition.

[southendmd]

Jack xaggerates his mock-rodeo-mating-dance in response to Ennis' father's  claims that rodeo cowboys were all f***-ups.

[memento]

At certain times, Brokeback sounded like a hoedown from the yodeling and yips of the coyotees, Jack's harmonica playing and singing, and Ennis' drumming.

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The most famous hoedown in classical music is the section entitled Hoedown from the Rodeo ballet by Aaron Copland (1942). The most frequently heard version is from the Four Dance Episodes from Rodeo, which Copland extracted from the ballet shortly after its premiere; the dance episodes were first performed in 1943 by the Boston Pops conducted by Arthur Fiedler. Copland's Hoedown became even more famous through television advertisements by America's Beef Producers with the slogan "Beef, It's What's for Dinner". Hoedown has been covered by Emerson, Lake and Palmer on their album Trilogy and by Béla Fleck and the Flecktones on their album Outbound.

[Toast]

Jack and Ennis had to take time out from their activities in the mountains to be zazzers.



def -   Like sleep. Named for the 'zzz' often seen over cartoon characters' and sims' heads.
Also a verb in the form of 'to zazz' [Urban Dictionary]

[memento]

This round is for us all to design.

      

[Fran]

"In August Ennis spent the whole night with Jack in the main camp, and in a blowy hailstorm the sheep took off west and got among a herd in another allotment."

[southendmd]

"We was fishin' buddies," Ennis blurted out in response to Alma's query as to who this Jack fella was.

[memento]

Jack had a change of tune when he didn't bring the harmonica for the four-year reunion.

[Toast]

"I didn't want none a either kind," said Jack. "But fuck-all has worked the way I wanted. Nothin never come to my hand the right way." Without getting up he threw deadwood on the fire, the sparks flying up with their truths and lies, a few hot points of fire landing on their hands and faces, not for the first time, and they rolled down into the dirt. One thing never changed: the brilliant charge of their infrequent couplings was darkened by the sense of time flying, never enough time, never enough.    [Proulx]

[Fran]

Proulx wrote:

Joe Aguirre paid them, said little.  He had looked at the milling sheep with a sour expression, said, "Some a these never went up there with you."