ENNIS
By
Tom Forster
Chapter
6
Late May was the
beginning of the busy season at the ranch. Barker usually took on
an additional five workers to get them through the summer. The
main goal was to drive the herd, almost eight thousand head of cattle,
up to the summer grazing land. Any pregnant cows were held back
until they calved and were usually taken to the upper pastures before
the end of June. Billy moved out of the little apartment and into
the main bunkhouse, he didn’t want any of the new men to think he
thought he was better than them just because he was Barker’s nephew.
Ennis oversaw
Billy and the five hired hands. The days were long and hard for
the next month and Ennis did not get much time to spend one on one with
Billy. He admired the way Billy pitched right in and was
impressed at how easily he made friends with the other men, something
Ennis always found hard to do. Ennis decided to split the herd
into two groups, driving first one and then the other up the
canyons. It took three days to get each herd up to summer
pasture. Ennis split the men up so only two would have to over night it
each day. He purposely made sure he and Billy weren’t paired
up. He felt it best if he distanced himself from the young man to
let Billy learn for himself and build up confidence, but mainly because
the six weeks Ennis had spent with Billy awakened long repressed
feelings within him; feelings Ennis knew could be dangerous for them.
By late June
most of the cattle made the journey to the summer grazing land.
Old man Barker would often come out on his horse to check on
things. He was concerned about the number of losses he had the
previous year to wolves, so he decided to keep two men posted at the
high camp at all times so they could have easy access to the herds.
He let Ennis
handle the details. Ennis knew how isolated it could be to have
men out there for weeks at a time, so he set up a rotating schedule
that allowed the men to return to the ranch every other week. This
seemed to work out well, but it left them short handed for the chores
that had to be done down in the valley. Towards the end of the
month all of the heifers had been taken up with their new calves.
The horses had produced several foals earlier in the month, and there
was one mare left to go. Ennis could tell she was carrying twins
and that she was gonna have a hard time of it.
When the day
came that he knew she was getting close to giving birth he decided to
sleep over in the stables. He preferred it to the loud, stinking
hot bunkhouse. Ennis brought her into a stall piled high with
fresh hay and gave her some extra water. He rolled out his bed
blankets in the next stall and stretched out on the soft bed. He
liked the smell of the hay and feed and the gentle grunts of the
horses. Barker and Chet had gone down to Colorado Springs for a few
days to handle some business. Two of the men were at high camp,
and Ennis let the other three head into Riverton to blow off some
steam.
As he lie there
with his hat over his face, he thought about the first day he met Jack
standing outside of Aguirre's trailer. He chuckled as he thought
of the cocky way Jack pulled up in his truck and strutted around like a
rooster in his black hat. Ennis was immediately attracted to
Jack, but not in the way he later came to be. As they
walked over to the bar for a drink, Ennis knew it was going be an
interesting summer, but at that time he had no concept of the
experiences he and Jack would later have. Ennis wondered what his
life would have been like if he never met Jack,— if he never took the
job up on Brokeback Mountain. He figured it probably would
have been a hell of a lot easier, but he knew he wouldn't have had it
any other way. He dozed dreamlessly for a while.
Ennis could hear
the mare rustling in the hay in the next stall. She was becoming
more agitated so Ennis knew the time was getting close. He got
up, took his knife, rope and some burlap sacks over into the
stall. He tied the mare up tight to prevent her from lying
down. He rolled up the sleeve of his faded plaid shirt, greased
up his arm and stuck it up inside her to feel how far along she
was. He didn't have to go in far to feel the hooves of the
birthing foal. He washed his arm in the bucket of water and
walked to the entrance of the stables. It was a warm, still
night. The front porch light was on at the house which was
otherwise dark. The bunkhouse was lit up as always. Nobody seemed
to be around. He turned and Billy was standing outside the stall
of the mare. He came in the side door where all the riding gear
was stored.
"Hey Ennis, I
see you got your hands full here."
Billy needed a
haircut, his dark red hair was beginning to curl in the back. His
face was ruddy from the past few weeks of being continuously out in the
sun. Ennis was glad to see him.
"Ain't nothin I
can't handle. I thought you'd gone into Riverton. Hell, you ain't
had a day off in more’n a month."
Ennis walked
over and stood next to Billy and looked into the stall.
"Well,— we might
as well give her a helping hand. Grab that thin rope over there."
Billy went into
the stall and gave the length of rope to Ennis. The foal’s front
hooves were now protruding from the mare. Ennis tied one end of
the rope carefully around the foal’s legs and backed away a bit,
handing the other end to Billy.
"Give her a tug.
"
Billy took the
rope from Ennis and backed away some in case the mare might kick.
He pulled firmly and the foal slowly emerged from the mare, plopping in
a wet heap on the soft hay below. It wasn't much longer after the
second foal made an appearance, but it didn't need any help making its
way into the world.
Ennis untied the
mare and they watched her clean her foals. Billy was kneeling in
the hay watching intently, smiling, looking up at Ennis then back at
the mare.
"Ennis I sure
have missed you. Seems like we don't never get to hang out and
talk anymore." Ennis kept watching the mare licking the after
birth off her newborns. "Now that the herd's been moved, you
think maybe we could take an afternoon to do some riding down on the
south end? I ain't really gotten to see any of that part
yet." Billy looked eagerly at Ennis.
Ennis looked
down at his boots,
"Well… I suppose
we could do that."
Another two
weeks of long, hard days passed and Billy still hadn't heard anything
from Ennis about the two of them getting away for an afternoon.
Billy knew that Ennis had a lot on him, and did not want to bug him
about it. In addition to all the work at the ranch, Uncle Vernon
mentioned to him Ennis's daughter was having problems with her husband
and left him. Ennis was fixing up a garage apartment in town for
her and the girls in his spare time,— what little there was of it.
The brutal July
sun made the ranch work even harder. Billy never imagined a place
could be so cold in the winter and hot in the summer, but he felt
the beauty of the country made it worth while. Billy liked
ranch work and felt he learned a tremendous amount about how to oversee
an operation like this. He knew if it had not been for Ennis this
would not be the case. Billy was in awe of the man. One
evening Billy had supper with Uncle Vernon in the house. He
carefully steered the conversation around to Ennis.
"Uncle Vernon,
you're sure lucky to have Ennis lookin out for things around here.”
The old man was
chewing a piece of steak.
"Yep, I sure am."
Billy got up and
spooned some more field peas onto his plate and got another piece of
corn bread.
"You know much
about his past? Like, where'd he learn so much about cattle and
tendin’horses? He got any family besides his daughter and
grand-kids in Riverton?"
"Well Billy,
I've known Ennis nigh on a dozen years now, and I can't say I know
anymore about him now than I did when he first started up here as a
summer hand. He's a very private man, and I respect that.
All I care about is he does a honest days work for me."
Vernon Sr. knew
a little more about Ennis than he was letting on. He knew the man was
haunted by something from his past. He cut Ennis a lot of slack
in those early years. Sometimes Ennis wouldn't show up to work
for days at a time. When Ennis would sheepishly knock on the
kitchen door, holding his beat up white hat in his hand, the old man
would give him a good talking to then hire him back. That's not
something he did for anybody else.
He had a tender
spot where Ennis was concerned, though that's something he wouldn't let
on to a living soul, except Rita. She was like a mother to Ennis
when she was living, and the old man could see Ennis took it hard when
she died a few years back. During the past five years it seemed
like Ennis turned a corner and the old man couldn't ask for a more
loyal, trustworthy employee. Nope, he didn't ask Ennis any
questions. He knew all men had their demons, himself
included. The situation with Vernon Jr. tore away a piece of his
heart. It was ultimately something a man must come to terms with on his
own,— or die trying.
Billy sensed his
uncle didn’t want to discuss Ennis, so he ate quietly for a few minutes.
"Billy, now that
you've had a chance to get a feel for what we do up here, what are you
thinking?"
Billy looked at
the peas on his plate for a moment.
“I like it Uncle
Vernon, but I'm still not sure if I'm the man for the job. Give
me some more time."
"There's no
hurry son." Then he looked straight at Billy, "I've been
watchin’ you, Billy. You're a natural at this, and I'm not talkin
so much about the actual ranching. You're good at that, all
right. I mean, you know how to deal with people, Son. I've
watched you with those cow pokes out there in the bunkhouse. They
respect you. You even got ole Chet startin to change his mind on you!"
"Thank you,
Uncle. I 'preciate your confidence in me."
As Billy was
heading back over to the bunk house he saw Ennis grooming one of the
horses just outside the front entrance to the stables.
"Hey Ennis, how
you doin, friend?"
"Hey,
Billy." he continued brushing down the horse, "Doin’ fine. You
have supper with the old man?"
"Yep, he was
just checking to see how I was doing. I said I was doing all
right thanks to you."
Ennis stopped
the brushing and stood up straight." You done it all on your own,
Billy, you don't need my help no more."
Ennis went back
to working on the horse. Billy walked into the stables pretending
to check on the horses. He was hoping Ennis would say something
about heading down to the south part of the spread. Finally, he
walked back outside, and looked up at the stars that were just coming
out.
"Well, ‘nite
Ennis,— you take care."
Billy walked
slowly back towards the bunkhouse, sorely disappointed.
"Hey! I almost
forgot,” Ennis called to him, “I got some’um I been meanin’ to
give you."
Billy stopped
and turned with his hands in his back pockets and strolled back towards
the stables. Ennis dropped the brush and went behind the door and
came back out with a box.
"Here you go
buddy, I would ‘a took care of this a while back, but I had a few
things come up."
Billy accepted
the pasteboard box from Ennis, he pulled off the top.
"Well I'll
be! Damn if this ain't a surprise!"
Ennis soaked up
Billy's radiant smile.
"Well, it's the
least I could do since you lost the other one on account of me."
Billy took out
the black Resistol hat, admiring it. He placed it on his head,
bending up the sides, positioning it just right.
"How's it look?"
Ennis smiled his
crooked smile.
"You look like a
real cowboy Billy. Yep,— you look just fine.”
Ennis started to
lead the horse back into the stables, then paused.
"How 'bout we
meet up right here bout six in the mornin’? Hell, we deserve a
whole day!"
Billy stood
smiling. He watched Ennis disappear into the stall with the
horse, then he kicked up some dust with his boot and ran back to the
bunkhouse.
Copyright 2006 Tom Forster