Ah....SPOILER
What a great paragraph:
I was lookin at Ennis. I didn’t mean to stare, but by now, between my anger at Bill for burnin a whole fuckin day on this stupid-ass shit, and my gettin blindsided by an unexpected attraction to a poor ranchhand who smokes his Marlboros to the dog-end, fascinatin me with his unselfconscious little masculine habits and his open sympathy for the little shit, who was just tryin to manipulate his way out of some bullshit he had dug himself too deep in, I realized my cigar had gone out an lighted it again, and when I looked back up at Ennis, he was lookin back at me, and then I felt it. And he flinched away as my pulse started in racin. There was no mistakin the look on Ennis’s face. He might not be ready for me, but he was sure thinkin about it.
Oh....
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