ENNIS
By Tom Forster

Chapter 7


Billy was so excited he could hardly sleep.  Normally he'd be asleep the minute his head hit the pillow on his wooden bunk.  The noise from the other ranch hands didn't even wake him.  Even when they came in late, drunk from a night out in Riverton.  He dozed off and on, but decided to get up around four.  He showered, shaved and put on his good jeans.  He stood before the little mirror in the shower area and placed his new hat on his head.  Never had he been given such a gift.  This was now his most cherished possession.  Billy preened before the mirror.  He guessed Ennis kind of looked on him like a son, even though there was only fifteen years difference in their ages.

The past month and a half was hard on Billy, not because of all the grueling work, he loved that, but because he didn’t get to work with Ennis as close as the first six weeks after he arrived.  The overnight trip they took early in May had been about the best time Billy ever had,— even the river crossing.  He thought about the cold night when he felt Ennis move in behind him.  He could have sworn Ennis smelled him, but maybe he’d just imagined it.  Billy had feelings for Ennis like he had for Chad all those years ago,—  only much stronger.  It was more than friendship.  It made Billy nervous when he thought about it,— a good kind of nervous.

Whenever he spotted Ennis across the herd on horseback, he would  watch him until the dust and distance made him disappear.  Sometimes he'd stand just inside the bunkhouse door, in the shadows, from the bright sun shining outside.  He'd observe Ennis while he worked across the way in the stable with the horses, and wonder what Ennis was whispering in their ears.  He even thought he heard him humming a church hymn one day.  Ennis seemed to always wear the same type jeans and long sleeved, faded plaid shirts, with his dusty old white hat.  
One hot afternoon Ennis was chopping wood because, even during the summer there was a chill at night.  Billy felt his heartbeat quicken when Ennis took off his hat and shirt, his lean, muscular body defying his fifty one years.  After he finished, Billy watched Ennis sponge off the sweat and dust and then sit just inside the barn door swigging a beer.

Six o'clock came and went, then seven, then eight.  Billy felt his heart sinking with each passing minute.  Maybe something bad happened?  Both of them had the day off so neither Chet nor the other hired hands were expecting him.  Billy sat alone in the bunkhouse almost in tears.  He took off his hat and carefully set it on his little bedside table next to his wind up alarm clock.  He lay down on his bunk and was soon asleep.

Ennis woke up to the sound of knocking at his trailer door.  It wasn't yet five A.M.  That meant something bad must have happened up at the ranch.  He got out of bed and pulled on his jeans which were hanging over the back of a chair.  He opened the metal door and Alma Jr. was standing there, he could tell she'd been crying.

"Get in here baby girl.  What's wrong darlin’?"  He helped her up the step and closed the door.  He reached for his shirt and put it on.  He stood over where she sat, in his bare feet, with a concerned look. "Tell me baby, what's wrong?  Is Kurt botherin’ you again?"

Alma Jr. was not prone to being overly emotional, it’s something she got from Ennis.  She’d felt really bad she had to bother her father during the height of the summer herding season, but Pete had become so intolerable these past months Ennis was the only person she had to turn to for help.  She was never too close to her mother.  She and her step dad got along okay, but they moved to Cheyenne the previous year; too far to be of any practical assistance.

She was grateful Ennis fixed up a place for her and the kids, making sure they had everything they needed.  He'd checked in on her every day for a week after they'd moved out of Kurt’s mother's place. They had to move in with her after Kurt lost his job, and they couldn't pay the rent for their apartment.  Alma was lucky her mother-in-law still offered to look after the kids during the day while she was at work as a teller at the Riverton bank.

"Daddy, I'm sorry to bother you so early, but I wanted to catch you before you left."  Alma brushed away her brown hair from where it stuck to her wet cheek.  "No, Kurt ain't bothering us,— he did come to see me last night though."

Ennis looked at her intently.  Alma Jr. was the only person he could look straight in the eye without feeling self conscious, he knew her love was unconditional.

"Kurt wants me to take him back.  Daddy, he's real sorry for the way he's been.  He even has a good offer for a job down in Syler.  He'll be working as a mechanic at that new assembly plant they built down there.  It's got good pay and benefits."

Ennis felt his heart drop, he knew what this meant and why Alma was upset.  Syler was down near the Colorado border,— a good four hour drive from Riverton.

"Daddy, I love Kurt.  He's a good man, he's never hurt me and I know he loves me and the kids.  He's just been going through a rough patch these past couple of years."  Alma began to cry softly.  Ennis sat down next to her on the beat up old couch seat and put his arm around her.

"Then that's where you should be, baby, with your husband."  He stroked her soft hair and wiped the tears off her cheek with his long rough fingers.  "Don't worry about me, baby, I'll be fine.  We can meet up every few weeks,— it'll all work out fine."

"You've been so good to us Daddy.  I hate leaving like this after all you did to fix up the apartment for us."

Alma stayed at the trailer for a couple of hours, she and Ennis drank coffee and talked about the past.  Ennis understood his daughter knew him and loved him better than anyone else.  It pained him he couldn’t open up to her more, but that was impossible.  He didn’t want to burden her with his problems.  Ennis was happy for Alma, he truly hoped things would work out between her and Kurt.  He put on a happy front for her, even made a couple of jokes and got her to smile. Alma Jr. and the kids would move down to Syler at the end of the month.  Ennis said he'd help them get things together and even ask old man Barker for a day off to help them move.

As he stood outside his trailer in his bare feet watching, Alma's car disappear down the long, straight road.  He felt the lonely pangs beginning in his stomach.  The low clouds obscured the view of the distant mountains.

* * * * * * *

"Wake up little darlin.’"

Billy stirred, then opened his eyes.  He didn’t know how long he'd been sleeping.

"Wake up buddy, daylight's a burnin'"  Ennis was standing at the end of the bunk smiling down at him.  "I'm sorry I'm late, Billy, some’um kind of important came up.  We still got plenty of time to ride South."

Billy felt a rush of relief.

“Ennis! I'm damn happy to see you.  Is everything okay?"

"Everything's just fine."

Billy splashed some water on his face, then grabbed his hat and they headed over to the stables.  They saddled their horses and filled a canteen with water.  Ennis packed them some food the night before.

The Southern part of the ranch differed greatly from the foothills and canyons to the north.  The Barker ranch was located in the transition zone where the great plains of the upper mid West finally give way to the Rocky Mountains.  The south part of the ranch was mostly flat, dry grasslands with some stands of juniper and pine.  This was the area where the cattle would winter over.  It could still be very cold and snowy in the winter, but not as bitter cold as the mountains and upper range land where the cattle were currently being fattened to be sold for slaughter in a few weeks.

Ennis and Billy made their way out of the sheltered valley where the house and stables were located.  As they cleared the ridge the land opened up and the sky could be seen a full 180 degrees.  The early morning clouds burned off and it was promising to be a spectacular bright, hot summer day.

Billy's heart was singing.  He rode abreast with Ennis, glancing over at him every few minutes.  When they reached the open, flat grassland, Billy couldn't help but let out a "whoop!" and he kicked his horse into a gallup, pulling away from Ennis.  Ennis grinned, pulled his hat down tight on his head and started after him.  He felt like a kid again.  It didn't take long for Ennis to catch up with Billy, and they slowed some, letting the warm wind hit them in the face as they crossed the expanse.  Ennis pulled his horse to a stop and Billy circled back to him.

"Wow, Ennis, I ain't been able to let loose like that in a long time. Man, that was fun!"

Ennis took off his hat and pointed at the horizon.

"See out that a way,— right there where that ridge line comes out onto the flat part,— that's where we'll bring the herds out in about eight weeks.  Won't be long ‘til there'll be snow up in the mountains."

They moved onward towards a stand of trees in the distance.  Thirty minutes later they were standing along the side of a large, clear lake. They dismounted and let the horses drink and rest.  Ennis took down his pack and they walked up into the trees.  Ennis sat down with his back against a trunk.  Billy sprawled out on the ground next to him.

"Damn, this sure is purdy."

Ennis pulled out a couple of sandwiches from the pack and they ate. They passed the canteen back and forth.

"Ennis, I gotta be honest, I sure have missed gettin’ to hang out with you like this."  Billy took another bite of his sandwich.  "I like them other guys okay, but they just don't look at things the way you and I do.  Hell, all they ever do is talk about goin’ into Riverton and gettin drunk,— you know how it is."

"Yep, I know,— "  Ennis finished off his sandwich and was leaning back against the tree chewing on a toothpick, looking out at the pristine lake.  "Them guys has had rough lives, Billy.  Gettin drunk is about all the fun they ever have.  When you take over the ranch from your uncle you'll see a lot of cowpokes come and go.  You gotta’ let ‘em let their hair down every now and then."

Billy looked down at a bug crawling on the ground.

"Ennis, I still ain't sure I'm gonna take Uncle Vernon up on his offer.  It just don't set right with me.  He's got a son of his own. Besides, the old man has still got a lot of years left in him, he may be pushin’ seventy but you'd never know it."

"You may be right, Billy, what do I know?"

Billy looked up at Ennis, afraid he offended him.

Ennis stood up, took off his hat and set it down by the tree.

"How ‘bout we take a swim,— it must be a hunnert degrees out here."

They stripped down to their under shorts.  Billy ran to the side of the lake and splashed in, Ennis followed in behind him.

The water was cool and shallow, only six feet deep at the most. Billy swam out about fifty yards from the shore.  Ennis floated on his back for a while, looking up at the deep blue sky, only to have Billy sneak up on him and push him under.  Ennis came back up, grabbed Billy around the waist, hoisted him up out of the water then threw him back in.  They laughed and splashed around.

Ennis got out of the water and sat down on the sandy shore in the hot sun to dry off.  The sun felt good on his shoulders and back.  Billy continued to swim, bobbing under to get rocks off the bottom.  After a few more minutes he also got out and lay out flat on his back on the sand next to Ennis.  He put his arm over his eyes to shield them from the bright sun.

"This is the life... "  Billy allowed.

"Yep..."  Ennis responded.

They lay on the sandy shore and dozed in the sun.  Billy quietly rolled onto his side facing Ennis, who was on his back with his eyes closed, hands behind his head.  Billy studied him, his handsome profile, strong chest and shoulders, the light brown hair on his chest, curling some around his nipples and making a trail down his belly. Billy could see the outline of Ennis's penis through the thin white cotton boxers, the water making them almost translucent; his muscular thighs and legs covered with fine brown hairs.

Ennis reached over and pulled Billy to him.  He kissed Billy hard on the lips, his hand on the back of Billy's head.  Billy jumped up with a startled look on his face.  Ennis sat up and grabbed Billy by the ankle, looking up at him.

"I'm sorry, buddy!  I just got carried a way for a minute."

Ennis panicked, could he have misinterpreted Billy?  Billy backed away from where Ennis was sitting.

"We'd better head back to the ranch.  It's okay Ennis, I ain't gonna say anything,— you know I wouldn't."

Billy walked back up into the trees and got dressed.  Ennis sat on the sand for a while longer, strong emotion washing over him, he took a deep breath and got up.  He dressed quickly.

They rode back to the ranch in silence.  Ennis knew Billy wouldn't say anything about what happened, but his heart ached just the same.


Copyright 2006 Tom Forster