It's short. Followed by the jingle of stirrups as he pushes the saddle into place, sucking at his teeth before spitting into the straw that thatches the floor.
"Ain't in my world, but guess the him that used to come by is. Sure's hell don't get it, but either way, he's gone."
See you 'round, I guess.
It ain't been that long. Not so long since he saw Ennis, since he got shoved back into the wall and his hat went tumbling off his head, since they bombed down the road to some crappy motel room and spent the night re-learning everything they'd lost up on the mountain. Not long enough for Ennis to be gone, but ain't like Jack's ever found life's all that fair.
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"He's dead."
It's short. Followed by the jingle of stirrups as he pushes the saddle into place, sucking at his teeth before spitting into the straw that thatches the floor.
"Ain't in my world, but guess the him that used to come by is. Sure's hell don't get it, but either way, he's gone."
See you 'round, I guess.
It ain't been that long. Not so long since he saw Ennis, since he got shoved back into the wall and his hat went tumbling off his head, since they bombed down the road to some crappy motel room and spent the night re-learning everything they'd lost up on the mountain. Not long enough for Ennis to be gone, but ain't like Jack's ever found life's all that fair.