It's his own damn fault, Ennis might say, were Ennis the sort to say 'stead a just look it. And were he that sorta chatterbox, he might add that, were Jack to shut himself up once in a while, he might have heard that faint fight song coming from a whole lot further away than he actually manages.
"Fuckin whoreson of a -- guaranteed, he says, it'll last for years, he says, I'll show him guaranteed, show him my guaranteed boot up his as --"
And so on.
Except he gets cut off there by the little drawl coming from behind, making him turn, ears going red at the tips when he sees it's a girl -- lady -- woman he ought not to be swearing in front of, before a twinkle appears in his eyes behind the sheepishness when he sees just who said feminine interrupter is.
"Halter needs repairin," he says, after clearing his throat, but that maligned thing gets dropped to his hip without a second thought as he lifts a finger to the brim of his hat. "Lookin a little better now, though."
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Date: 2012-08-23 07:08 pm (UTC)"Fuckin whoreson of a -- guaranteed, he says, it'll last for years, he says, I'll show him guaranteed, show him my guaranteed boot up his as --"
And so on.
Except he gets cut off there by the little drawl coming from behind, making him turn, ears going red at the tips when he sees it's a girl -- lady -- woman he ought not to be swearing in front of, before a twinkle appears in his eyes behind the sheepishness when he sees just who said feminine interrupter is.
"Halter needs repairin," he says, after clearing his throat, but that maligned thing gets dropped to his hip without a second thought as he lifts a finger to the brim of his hat. "Lookin a little better now, though."