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[jack_f_twist]

For all Jack's been here for a while, now, he still ain't what you'd call close to a lot of people. So when he sits down at the Bar to get some coffee before heading out stable-wards and a note and package appear along with the steaming cup, he's more than a bit surprised.

After reading the note, though, he laughs, surprised and touched, and flips through the book that'd been left, with interest.

And that pie sure does smell good.

Takes a minute of rearranging, and then Jack, the coffee, the roster, and the pie all head out towards the stable.

She did say to share, after all.

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[e_delmar]

Ennis does reach it. And he's awfully impressed, can't help but show that on his face.

"You lookin' at getting one?"

Ennis would be, but hell, his job pays, it don't pay that good. Not after only a few weeks, anyways.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack shrugs.

"Maybe. Ain't really thought bout it. Sure would be nice, though. Figured wouldn't hurt to look, anyways. She got some good ones, don't she?"

[e_delmar]

He grunts in agreement, pointing out one here, another there, most of 'em are top of the line, really.

"Sure does. Damn wish I could afford one."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack nods, shifts a little awkwardly.

"Well...I was thinkin'...it ain't like boardin' them's so damn expensive, here. So it's just the price a the horse. Thought, 'f I see Missus Reynolds again, might talk to her bout how a fella might pay for one a them. Or two."

He's concentrating on his coffee, and not looking over at Ennis at all, except for a glance sideways.

[e_delmar]

His eyebrows go up. And his lips purse.

"Don't need you to be buyin' a horse for me."

Now how's that for a flat-out lie?

[jack_f_twist]

"Kinda useless to have just one," Jack says, unruffled. "Could spot you a loan, 's all. Ain't sure about her pricings, anyway--might have to work off some a the payment if I did get one."

He isn't surprised. Money's always been kind of a sore spot with Ennis, and he keeps his voice easy, slouching against the other hay bales.

[e_delmar]

Ennis doesn't answer the matter of the loan. He ain't in the mood for fighting. Not now. Instead, he slumps down a bit, shrugging his shoulders.

"Would be nice."

[jack_f_twist]

Jack glances at him again, decides to drop it. Now's not the time to push Ennis, and besides, he ain't exactly keen on fighting, either.

"Sure," he agrees, puts the roster to one side, a tacit agreement to let the topic go, for now, and helps himself to more pie.

"You got a lot a work done, this morning. Sorry I weren't around to help."

[e_delmar]

"Got most of it done anyways."

He's looking an awful lot like he's willing to hand over the pitchfork for the rest of the job.

[jack_f_twist]

"Could still give you a hand, 'f you need."

Can say a lot a things bout Jack Twist, but no one can say he doesn't take his share of the work.

Even if it ain't exactly his work to share.

[e_delmar]

"Pitchfork's over there."

Yeah, that's something of a smirk on his face.

[jack_f_twist]

Jack only slants a grin at him in return and gets up, finishing off his coffee as he does so. One hand comes out to rumple Ennis' hat.

"Take your ease, then, cowboy," he says, and goes over to pick up the pitchfork and get to work.