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NEVER KNOW WHERE WE TAKE OUR WAY.
location: Home
mood: anxious
music: Andrew Lloyd Webber / Tim Rice: "I Do not Know How To Love Him" JC Superstar.

Title: "We never know where it leads our way."
Chapter: 5 "Green Eyes ....
Pairing: Jack / Ennis
Rating: Adults
Language: English
Author: Munnoch

Disclaimer: Ennis, Jack, are the characters of Annie Proulx. I am very grateful for the honor that gives me power to live my dreams with them.

Summary: Ennis, hands sheathed in the pockets of his old jacket Levis Straus & mirdom which unfortunately we are dazzled, and prevents us from feeling all those threads that bind us to our past. Circumstances beyond our control, which modify and adjust our substance, our fate, as a powerful nature that surrounds us but we can not resist.

However, his first thoughts were obviously for Jack. Her first concern was how to let them know. "Write a few words, or phone? opted by phone but got no response. Disillusioned, he wrote the story. A brief message, without further explanation.

- "Finally divorced." Nothing m & aacis, the truck stopped just inches from a school bus with limited driving speed. The tears began to sink your face. He stopped a few minutes that were needed to recover her composure. - "Never Never live together! That he will not possible ".- He sentenced Jack desperate.
disappointed size explained their anger, for a short moment Ennis hated, blamed for their inattention.

Looking for a palliative to his disappointment, he recalled that a few kilometers from the border of Texas always held more rodeos; To distract the attention of the animal, leaving Jack a few seconds to get to safety, and therefore, no time to give thanks. Agile as a mountain lion, Jack saw him jump the burladero and disappear.
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Meditating on the deplorable physical condition, Jack was promised one more time , s never sought to participate in any rodeo, must admit, it was not for his age, without the providential intervention of the Indian, it was having been fatal. C

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Walking along the narrow main street, lost in thought, arrived at the only inn in town. Before climbing into his room he went to the bar with every intention of getting drunk. Dropped a few steps that led to the basement bar that served while dining. A smoky cloud hid the grimy ceiling, the atmosphere was stifling, heavy, an unpleasant smell of poverty and made him doubt bodily effluvia. Disgusted, he decided not dinner and went to the bar.

A young waitress in welcome venal offered a smile, Jack asked for a tequila, safetycute, the door of his habitacióny ventured followed by Juanjo, who introduced uninvited, closing it behind him. Jack looked at him suspiciously.

Without saying goodbye to his jovial smile, sought his look, his voice was pleasant, nothing servile despite his repeated "Lord, Lord":

- "A beer sir? & Rdquo , - Notified Juanjo a little surprised,

- "It is desirable that establish myself the reward of my heroic act, sir," .- I said laughing and without passing unnoticed for Jack
hue guasónddepths of their souls.

- "Yes, I understand sir. Your heart hurts because you miss your love. His love takes you away from here. Walking trails happy memories that make you suffer. The same way I also have loved lord. A heartbreaking love a rodeo grabbed me. Some nights, nights like this, when the clouds hide the sky and the moon turns off his light, my heart like a lone wolf howls his grief, helpless close my eyes ... I remember our happy days, and I see him gallop with his horse, seeking desosiego by the immensity of the celestial plains. Then, sir, I forget I am a