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

[Meryl]

Lying abed in the Siesta Motel, Jack and Ennis felt the mountains beckon, inviting them to taste their old freedom again, if only for a few days.

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Welcome back; glad you had a high old time! 

[Fran]

The room stank of semen and smoke and sweat and whiskey, of old carpet and sour hay, saddle leather, shit and cheap soap.

[story]

[memento]

The tea-colored river ran fast with snowmelt, a scarf of bubbles at every high rock, pools and setbacks streaming. The ochre-branched willows swayed stiffly, pollened catkins like yellow thumbprints. The horses drank and Jack dismounted, scooped icy water up in his hand, crystalline drops falling from his fingers, his mouth and chin glistening with wet.

“Get beaver fever doin that,” said Ennis, then, “Good enough place,” looking at the level bench above the river, two or three fire rings from old hunting camps. A sloping meadow rose behind the bench, protected by a stand of lodgepole. There was plenty of dry wood. They set up camp without saying much, picketed the horses in the meadow. Jack broke the seal on a bottle of whiskey, took a long, hot swallow, exhaled forcefully, said, “That’s one a the two things I need right now,” capped it and tossed it to Ennis.

[story]

[southendmd]

Jack broke the seal on a new bottle of whiskey, took a long, hot swallow, took a forceful exhalation, said, “That’s one a the two things I need right now,” capped it and tossed it to Ennis.

[paraphrased from the story]

[Fran]

Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana turned Annie Proulx's short story into a richly told feature-length screenplay.

[memento]

Ennis and Jack celebrated their reunion getaway by plunging off a cliff into a cold mountain lake.

[southendmd]

Ennis dredged up an old hackneyed but still useable phrase from the childhood time before his mother died, said, "Time to hit the hay, cowboy. I got a go. Come on, you're sleepin on your feet like a horse."

[paraphrased from story]

[Fran]

Jack was shaking involuntarily as he made small talk with Alma, telling her about his wife and eight-month-old son down in Childress.

[Meryl]

Old Man Newsome rather suddenly lost his lofty manner when Jack told him he was about to knock his unlettered derriere into next week.

[memento]

Monroe tried to minimize the mess on his messed-up floor when he told Alma not to worry about it.