Wylie gently removed Ennis’s hand from his crotch. Ennis’s eyes opened. Half remembering, half not, he saw Wylie holding his wrist, jerked his hand away, went to stand, hit his head on a tentpole and plopped back on his butt.
“Shit!”
“Ennis, you was dreamin.”
Ennis breathed deep, resisting engagement in a fight. He sat knees up, hugging his legs, head
bowed.
“Let’s get some sleep.” Wacky red-striped socks stuck out from Wylie’s bedroll.
Ennis said nothing.
“You just gone a sit there?”
Silence, except for falling water in the river.
Wylie tossed him a blanket. “Cover up, you’ll freeze.”
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