Jack watches him, watches the newspaper where it curls at the edges, and keeps his face carefully friendly, tries for a smile that doesn't quite make it.
"Was just tryin' to help you out, is all. And I'm sick a fixin' the same damn fence ever single time."
The joke sinks in his stomach like a rock, like the water he'd prob'ly drunk too fast.
It ain't the fence, of course. It's the whole damn ranch--gray and broke-down and run-down and creaking. He could fix it. He knows he could, with just a little bit of help--the right kind of help, this place could be a real ranch again.
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Date: 2006-05-05 06:05 am (UTC)Jack watches him, watches the newspaper where it curls at the edges, and keeps his face carefully friendly, tries for a smile that doesn't quite make it.
"Was just tryin' to help you out, is all. And I'm sick a fixin' the same damn fence ever single time."
The joke sinks in his stomach like a rock, like the water he'd prob'ly drunk too fast.
It ain't the fence, of course. It's the whole damn ranch--gray and broke-down and run-down and creaking. He could fix it. He knows he could, with just a little bit of help--the right kind of help, this place could be a real ranch again.