Our Second Chance - Final Chapter

That first vacation that Paul talked Ennis and Jack into taking, was a new beginning for them. They decided to be tourists in their own state, and went to the spot that everyone came to - Yellowstone.

Both had grown up in Wyoming, but neither had been to this national park. Ennis could not believe the crowds. They were all in clumps it seemed, at Inspiration Point, at Old Faithful, all snapping photos.

It was a new experience for them to spend the day in leisure, and then spend the nights together under the stars again, speaking of what they'd seen, and where else they might want to go someday. In the privacy of their tent, in each other's arms they couldn't believe their luck. They had spent most of their time together outdoors, and under the stars that is true, but until this trip they had always had great responsibilities.

Jack had gone alone to see his mama that first time in '64, but he resolved to never go without Ennis again. So on their next trip they headed on up to where Jack's family had settled on a hard-scrabble piece of land near Lightning Flat, and spent a few days visiting and helping out around the place. Jack's dad did not like them being what they were to each other, ("flaunting it in his face" in the old man's words), but he liked the help, so he swallowed his pride and let be, let be. This is not to suggest that he was pleasant to them. He barely spoke a civil word.

Jack's mama had known. Always. And when she got that letter from Ennis Del Mar looking for Jack, she knew who, and she knew for sure. It made her heart sing to see her Jackie so happy, glad someone could put that smile on his face. His young man was handsome, and seemed content as well, to be with her son. It was fine with her, and not fine. She had hoped for grandchildren some day. Now that hope was dashed for good and all.

Little Ennis wasn't so little anymore. He was nearly as tall as Paul, and looked just like him. He had recently begun to shave.

Shad was off to Laramie to the State University. This was her freshman year.

Paul's dream turned out to be building and repairing houses. He became a general contractor. He was a conscientious man who stood by his word. Except to his wife. He had been saying for years now that he would build her a fine big house. She was yet to see it come to fruition.

His crew was engaged right now in completing a remodel on a fine old home belonging to the Pruitt's. Bill Pruitt owns the feed and hardware stores in town. The home is on the river road. They modernized and opened up the kitchen, added a master bathroom, and wrapped a sunroom around the entire east side of the home. They did not ask for a swimming pool, but Paul assumed that would be next.

Ennis and Jack were still living in the bunkhouse, but Paul had added a couple large bedrooms for them in addition to a full bath, hot and cold running water, the whole nine yards. He had insulated the entire house then dry walled it. He gave it all a coat of soft grey paint on the exterior. The boys painted the inside rooms, every surface was the color of hot cocoa.

Patricia was ironing on that Tuesday that the call came. She ran out to the bunkhouse, and when no one answered her knock, she went to get their rifle. She fired off three shots in quick succession. This brought them in; it was their old standby signal they had devised up on Brokeback.

Jack's mother had called, said it was an emergency. When Jack dialed her number, he never even heard it ring once. It was his dad. Horse kicked him in the head. He was gone. "Please come home." she begged.

Patricia would not hear another word. "Of course you must go. Both of you." They finished up the day's chores and then tried to sleep. It was not to be. Ennis held Jack to his heart, they made love somberly thinking that death takes us all in our turn, and we should enjoy our life on this earth as much as we can, as long as we can.

Patricia and Ennis had a hot breakfast waiting for them when they came in at dawn the next day. Their coffee was in a thermos, the hot cakes wrapped around sausages and scrambled eggs. It was a picnic feast.

"You be careful now; don't rush. Call us, okay?" she whispered tenderly as she kissed them good-bye. She waved as they drove out of the lane. Little Ennis stood stoically watching them leave on this sad occasion, his mother's arm around his shoulders. He had insisted she stop calling him that. But in a time of family death, he reverted in her mind to her 'little boy'.

"You want me to drive?"

"No. Thanks though. It helps keep my mind busy. Maybe in an hour or so."

Ennis knew Jack was in a turmoil in his guts. He had hated the old man. Or at least, he had hated the way he treated him all those years. No love, no tenderness. But when your daddy dies, you want to love him. Ennis knew that. He'd been through the very same thing nearly.

He also knew that Jack was worried about how his mama was taking the loss of her husband. Some how at some time, she had loved that man. This would be hard. Walking a tight rope; this would be touchy.

At Lightning Flat, the neighbors came with casseroles, cakes and fresh cut flowers. The family came to sit and remember together. The oldest ones had known the young John Twist. Apparently he was nothing like the old John Twist. 'How do people change like that?' Ennis wondered.

Jack was still all mixed up in his mind. He wished in one way that the old man was still alive so he could rail at him about what an asshole he'd been. A horrible father, a mean, stony cold man. But Jack knew that those words would not help how he felt, and besides, the old man had been here, and had been alive this spring when they'd come up to help with the calving, and he'd not said a word about it. Hadn't told him what a nasty old man, what a poor excuse of a daddy . . No, he hadn't said a word, didn't feel like it would change a thing.

The funeral was held on Friday morning, a chilly, gray day. Everyone thronged around to support Jack and his mama. He sure was glad his staunch man was by his side through this. Ennis slid his fingers between Jack's and held on tight while the preacher was saying that John was in a better place now; was with God now.

Ennis' head jerked up sharply; he looked at all the people still in prayer mode, head bent, eyes downcast. He wondered once again, how anyone could swallow all this crap about a man who had needed a swift kick in the ass for the way he'd treated his wife and son all those years. They're all standing here like these sweet words are well deserved. Well. It was not for him to judge. He must remember that. But after only two seconds, he was once again angry at the body lying in the casket for the way he had always treated Jack. Ennis tried to think of something else; this bitterness was getting him nowhere.

He thought of the night before they got the call about Jack's dad. Jack had offered to massage his sore muscles he'd been complaining about. He worked him strongly till he was limp and pliant, then entered him and made love to him till his body shuddered in climax and shattered on the colors flashing behind his eyelids . He folded him in his arms, and they slept that way for a few quiet hours, till they moved and re-folded together back to front.

That's it. Think of Jack. Sweet, loveable man. His Jack. He thought of that look that Jack gives him when he's needing to be fucked. That look that comes near to begging, but not yet to that point. His eyes at half mast, his tongue licking his lower lip. Just thinking of Jack's lips makes Ennis begin to get hard. That's no way to feel at a funeral, he realized. He adjusted his stance, giving himself some room in his clothing. He dropped his head and smiled. There, that's much better.

Ennis raised his eyes and looked around the old whitewashed building; the nicked pews where the small crowd of mourners sat, the racks holding the hymnals and song books pressing into their knees. The vestibule was plain, the windows were not stained glass but normal household panes just like the ones in the homes of the parishioners.

Soon the service was over, the organist began to play softly. The pall bearers carried the casket back down the aisle to the somber notes of the recessional hymn, The Strife Is O'er.

The burial plot was behind the clapboard church in a small cemetery used for the congregation. They did not have a family plot other than this one, allotted by the church. Jack held onto his mother's arm and guided her steps safely as they proceeded to where the tent had been erected. She gripped his hand, and said prayers of thanks that he was a good and dutiful son, and that he had come to her aid when she needed him so badly. They walked to the open grave and went through all the rituals that are expected of the family. Their minister said all the right and comforting things, and then it was over.

She was guided back up to the church parking lot with her son on one side, and his friend on the other. She didn't really know what to call Ennis, she would have to ask Jack what they called each other. Partner was the only other term she'd heard. In any case, she knew now that she'd never be able to tell her friends, "my son and daughter-in-law are coming to dinner." No. That was not to be, and never had been likely.

There was only time to remove her hat pin, and put away her hat in the round hatbox kept on the top shelf of her wardrobe. A cup of tea would be refreshing, and she could sit down with her son and her many guests who would be stopping by to show their respects.

The black instrument was ringing. Jack picked up the receiver and listened; it was Uncle Harold. He needed to speak to his sister.

"I just wanted you to know I directed someone to your lane on my way home. You can expect him any minute."

"Who is it Harold?"

"Dunno sis, he looked familiar but was a stranger to me."

"Well, he's parking out front now, guess we'll soon know."

She put the phone down, and walked to the door, pressing down the front of her black dress.. She was standing on the porch when the fella got out of the truck and began to walk toward her. Jack got curious and walked out to stand behind his mother, wondering who was coming at a time like this, and what was happening.

She took two halting steps forward, and then tumbled to the ground in a dead faint. Jack immediately knelt at her side, lifting her as he questioned what had happened. His only concern was for his mother. She had been out only a few seconds; coming around, she still looked confused.

"Ma'm, are you alright?" queried the stranger.

Helping his mother to stand now, Jack for the first time, glanced at the stranger. He felt the same shock his mother was registering on her face. "Who are you?" he asked.

The young man offered his hand to shake Jack's and said "I believe I am your son. My name is Bobby Twist."

The End

Tbc in Epilogue A

Hours later, the whole story had come spilling out. No one could take it in, it was too fantastic.

The boy said his mother, Lureen Newsome, had died giving birth to him some sixteen years ago. He was raised by his grandparents, LD and Fayette Newsome. He had taken all he could stand, then lit out to find his father's family.

"I know you didn't want me, and I won't bother you long. I just wanted to meet my other family."

"Now just hold on there. What did you say about not wanting you?"

"It's okay. My grandpa never let me forget how young men on the make don't want to get pinned down."

"Bobby, I never met your grandpa, and he doesn't know shit about me. Pardon my French. But I have to tell you the truth. I only met your mama during that rodeo in Childress, and we hit it off right away. I was only in that town for the weekend. I never saw her, nor heard from her again. I never even knew you were on the way. Just look at you, there's no question that you are mine, sure enough." Jack smiled with pride he couldn't control. "I couldn't deny you if I wanted to, and I surely don't want to!"

"I don't know what to say. All my life, he's told me that even a lowly rodeo bull-rider didn't want nothing to do with me."

"Sounds like a man with a mean streak a mile wide. That is uncalled for." Jack shook his head in disbelief, but then he remembered some of the things his own dad had said to him all his life, and felt a real connection with this boy.

"Did he name you Robert for someone in their family?"

"No, my name isn't Robert. My mama picked out my name as soon as she knew she was pregnant. She told her mama who the father was, and what she was going to name me. She also wrote it all down on a piece of paper when she went into labor, and placed it in the room that would be my nursery.

She wrote: ' If this baby is a boy his name will be Bobby Twist. If she's a girl, she will be Penny Twist. The father is Jack Twist from Lightning Flat, Wyoming'.

"That sounds like Lureen. She seemed to be the type of girl to be very clear about what she wanted and what she didn't want."

"Never mattered to him though, all he ever called me was "Rodeo".

"Huh," said Jack, just shaking his head.

"Well, guess you don't ever have to see him again, if you don't want to, Bobby," offered Ennis, "but you should give him a call, and let him know that you're safe. You can let him know where you are, if you want to but you don't have to."

Bobby smiled gratefully and stuck out his hand. "Pleased to meet you. You know my name but I don't know yours."

"Call me Ennis." and he shook the proffered hand.

"Well son, you've hit the jackpot. You got a whole bunch a family on my side: me and Ennis, a grandma and lots a aunts, uncles, and cousins." While he said this, he sat on the arm of the couch and put his arm around Ennis' shoulders to indicate their relationship.

"You just missed meeting your other grandpa. We buried my father this morning. He was maybe a whole lot like your grandpa Newsome, so I wouldn't get too sad about not meeting him if I was you."

Jack's mother dabbed her handkerchief at her eyes and looked down at the floor.

"Sorry mama. Just telling it like it is."

Ennis spoke up again and suggested the boy make that phone call to his grandpa. "Wouldn't want him to worry that maybe something's happened to ya."

When Bobby had been read the riot act by LD Newsome, the old man demanded to speak to Jack, the kidnapper of his grandson. "I'll give MY DAD your number and he will call you in a day or two. He just buried his father this morning. Good bye, grandpa."

Jack overheard entirely Bobby's side of the conversation. 'All in the same day, I lost a father and gained a son,' he thought.

Jack smiled at Bobby. "You were a mite rough on him, weren't you?"

"He started it."

Jack nodded, knowingly.

"You're the only parent I've ever known. I want to enjoy that for awhile without his interference. Besides. He has bullied me all my life and I could not let him start in on you now."

Jack took the boy in his arms and hugged him to him.

"I sure am sorry I wasn't around to protect you from all that."


Ennis looked on at the sight he never thought to see. His man, Jack, who was holding the very image of himself. Both black haired, both blue eyed reflections of the other.

Ennis spoke to Jack as if they were alone. "I always thought if one of us had a son, I'd be there to dandle him on my knee, and to build him a rocking horse like we did for Shad. But we got cheated out of that time. We didn't get to celebrate his birthdays nor take him fishing, nor teach him to ride."

"We got a lot a lost time to make up for. I'm looking forward to all of it, and then some."

Bobby looked back and forth between these two men, and shook his head. He felt after all that had happened to him in his life, that finally he'd hit on a stroke of luck.

The End of Epilogue A

Epilogue B

They took their new son home to meet the Porters. Ennis (little Ennis) was a bit jealous that now he wasn't the only boy in the "family".

Patricia thought it wonderful to have Bobby in the main house, to get to know him, and to give Ennis and Jack alone time in their bunkhouse. She knew that Paul's work would take them away from here someday, and they would leave the ranch in the care of these two beloved men who had shared their lives with them. She often thought that if not for Ennis Del Mar, her Ennis would not have made it through the birthing process, and possibly she would not have either. The Porters owed these men everything.

As it turned out, Bobby did not like to stay in Kara's room as it was too . . something. Not girly or froo froo, for sure. But it had the stamp of a stranger on it. Instead, he bunked in with Ennis; and if they did not become actual brothers right away, they became at least best friends.

Within a year, Mrs. Twist had sold the Lightning Flat ranch to the coal company and she had moved down with the boys.

Patricia and Paul were in the process of finishing and getting settled into their new home up on the ridge, well above, and out of sight of the original Porter house. Paul had finally made good on his promise to build his wife that new house. The new house had it's own lane, so the family didn't have to drive right past their old home to get to the new one. And the Twist/ Del Mars had some privacy.

Jack's mother was just what this family needed, a live in grandma. Kara came home for summers and holidays, and discovered it was nice to have another brother. He was older than Ennie and younger than her, so it was a toss up who annoyed who the most. They squabbled like all siblings, and they played games when the weather was bad, and they rode. Daily they rode out, exercising the horses, and their imaginations.

When Kara brought home a boy for the first time, well, a young man, it was not clear whether he would get Ennie's and Bobby's approval or not. It turned out not to be important, as he didn't become that important to Kara. Over the years, she had several boyfriends, but nobody special yet, by the time she graduated.

Bobby stayed up at the new house, or Ennie and Kara stayed down at the old one when they were all available for summers and holidays.

It was time for Bob (now his choice to be called) to go off to UC in Denver in the Fall. After graduating he went for his MBA at CSU at Fort Collins. There, he met Margo at an art gallery. She was one of the artists. It was like a sledge hammer to his heart and that's all there was to it. They were married and moved to Aurora following completion of their education.

En went to Austin for the South X Southwest Music Festival with a group of friends to celebrate getting his DVM and there he met Clarissa. She was there celebrating her own completion of a goal . They were attracted to each other right off. But it took them a year to see if that part would last, and if they could live in the same part of the world, and mesh their careers. Rissa was from Idaho. They settled in Greeley, Colorado and lived together for a year before marrying the following spring.

Kara was working an internship as a journalist, and volunteering at the public library at night in Casper when she began to date Garrett, a co-worker at the magazine. He was smart and funny and she liked him a lot. He liked her too, and invited her home for Sunday dinner with his family. That's where she met his sister Jill. And all of Kara's questions were answered.

When they began to speak together, Kara knew why she had never been able to settle on any particular man she had dated. This woman looked into her eyes, and they could immediately finish each other's sentences. Jill was home on vacation; she was a general contractor in Buffalo, Wyoming. Kara could not catch her breath; she could barely say, "so is my dad."

Jill reached over and took her hand, and didn't let go. She looked at her brother who was choosing the music that would play as background for the family dinner tonight. With three CD's in his hand he turned and said questioningly, "what?"

"I'm going to steal your girl, Gare." She used the nickname she had called him when she was little, hoping to soften this very real threat.

"Where you taking her? Don't be long, we eat in a half hour or so." He didn't realize yet that his time with Kara was virtually over.

Jill pulled Kara up from the couch and still holding her hand, crossed to the patio. "Want to see my mom's garden?"

Feeling she was in a dream, and not wanting to awake, she answered, "yes." In her mind, Kara would have answered "yes" to whatever question Jill had asked. She was under her spell entirely.

Jill led her away from the house. When they came to a bench near the tall hollyhocks and the crepe myrtles, Jill seemed to pull her down. Kara sat, breathing deeply and loud. Jill ran her hand up Kara's arm, and cradled her jaw and ear, while looking into her eyes, lingeringly. "Can I kiss you?" she whispered.

Kara couldn't believe what was happening, but she gasped, "yes."

Feeling Jill's soft lips on her mouth, Kara dove in like a woman starved. She seemed to be outside of her body watching herself do this. This wanton, lusting person was herself. Kara had not realized that she had never experienced lust before, and it completely overtook her.

Quickly she backed off, and tried to control herself. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's the matter with me."

"Have you never kissed a woman before?"


"Have you ever wanted to?"

"I don't think so. No."

"Do you want to kiss me again?"

"Oh yes."

"Do whatever you think you want to do right now." Jill hoped Kara wanted to stay with her longer.

Kara ran her hands over Jill's arms, neck, face, and looked like she would like to eat her alive. She stared straight into her eyes, and said "I don't think I can."

"Are you afraid?"

"No,it's not that. I don't think we have enough time to do all that I want to do to you."

Jill laughed. "We have as much time as you want. You have ten minutes, then we should go in to dinner. After that, I want you all to myself. Okay?"

"Can we stand up?"

Jill stood, and Kara pulled her into her arms, pressing their bodies close together, and feeling herself begin to shake all over. "C'mere." said Kara, and began to taste that tantalizing mouth once again. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to her, but she never wanted it to stop.

She heard Garrett call from the patio door, "Kara? You guys out here?"

"We'll be right in," answered Jill.

"Oh my god, I have to pull myself together first," cried Kara, "how does my hair look? "

And they laughed and laughed, then went in to face Garrett and the Anderson's.

The Anderson parents were very nice, and Kara liked them. They asked questions about how Kara and Garrett had met, (as if that mattered now) and about her work, her family and her goals.

Kara asked Garrett to go for a walk after dinner. She told him that evening that everything had changed for her, and why. At that very early date, she had no idea whether she and Jill had a future at all, but she thought it was safe to say, that if they did not, then some other woman would be the choice she'd eventually make. She knew now, that it would not be a man.

As the years passed, the family grew. Each of the kids had a spouse (or a partner) and the babies had begun to arrive. At Christmas, they gathered up in the new house (they still called it that) and celebrated having this large and fantastic family. Eventually, the table was not large enough even with all the leaves in; they had to institute a 'children's table' as well.

The family table was set to comfortably seat twelve : Patricia and Paul, Ennis and Jack, Jack's mother and her gentleman friend, Bobby and Margo, Ennis and Clarissa, and Kara and Jill.

The kids' table was set for five this year: Bob and Margo's three year old twins, Penny and Lureen, and their 5 year old, Carol Lynn. Also, there was Ennis and Clarissa's four year old boy William, and his two year old brother Michael.

Next year, they hoped to have Kara and Jill's daughter-to-be, Chin. The adoption process wasn't easy, nor cheap, but they were very happy and very hopeful. Patricia hoped to be the baby sitter for Chin while Jill took over running the company with Paul, and Kara wrote at home, in addition to volunteering at the library.

Patricia's mother and aunt came for dessert, and to enjoy the little ones again this year. They loved the whole spectacle, and had learned that being invited was worth the cost of keeping bad news, slander and gossip at bay till they got home. Still. They made sure to never sit next to "those men" who had invaded Patricia's family and stayed all these years, becoming fixtures, and even inserting one of them's boy into the family.

No word was ever mentioned by them about Kara and her long term "friend" Jill, nor what their true relationship might be. After all, she was related by blood, she couldn't be suspected of being 'that way'.

Paul's mother, step-father and sisters were all invited too, but chose to come the day after Christmas, as they had a pretty large houseful of their own. Patricia had learned to rely on Paul's mother, June, as she had proved to be an ally over the years. She was welcome any day of the year.

Our boys, alas and alack were no longer boys, but men with more years behind them than ahead of them.

A couple years back, they had hired a few seasonal workers, and one permanent hand on the ranch. The men lived in the bunkhouse in much more comfort than when Ennis and Jack had first inhabited it.

They could let the others take care of the place, and of the stock, and just take it easy.

When all the family was dispersed back to their own homes, they took a couple of days off to spend time alone with each other, and to relax.

As it turned out, Jack's mom went to Charley's place, his kids had been wanting to meet her.

Even though Cora was off with Charley's family, the workers were around every corner.

To truly get away, Ennis and Jack packed up their tent, plenty of blankets and all their food and gear. They headed on up to Brokeback Mountain, their own place, where it all began. They made camp and brewed a pot of coffee, heated up a ready-made meal, and then raced to their tent. It was cold out, and they both knew how to get each other warm.

"Ya know what, Cowboy? I like these new weather-proof tents with the zippered closings."

"So that's what you like, is it bud? All this time I thought it was my sparkling personality and my somewhat ravishing ass."

"Quit wasting time, and get over here and fuck me. Can't you see I'm already half naked, and more than half ready?"

"No, it's dark in here. I might need to feel around with my hands and my mouth to figure out where you are and what you're doing."

"Okay. Feel right there, oh! Yeah, taste that. Suck it, see if you remember that? Oh Jesus Ennis! I remember that!"

Ennis sucked Jack dry, and then lifted his legs, entering him swiftly in one long tight thrust. From the noises they were making any wild animals in the district would have thought someone was being slaughtered.

The grunting, skin slapping and hollering didn't scare away the two Game And Fish Wardens though.

Billy said, "Those two are at it again. "Did you hear that, Ned? One of them said, "get over here and fuck me." Let's get out of here quick before I start getting horny just listening to them."

Ned said, "Just hold on, I need to bend over here to pick up a piece of broken glass some careless camper dropped. Oh, look at that, my pants came undone. Whatever shall I do?"

Billy dropped his uniform pants too and started stroking himself until he could plunge wetly and deeply into that ass that Ned was determined to tempt him with. Ned wet his fingers in his mouth and started working his hole for Billy, getting it moist and ready.

They barely made it to a private spot where they could get it on, fucking quietly so as not to alarm those campers they'd been listening to.

When they revived and caught their breath after coming so hard they shook the log they were laying across, they had this conversation:

"Billy, I love working with you. Make sure we're on the same schedule next month, okay?"

"Ned, you bet your sweet ass, you got a date. And remember to go commando next time too."

"Thought you'd like that."

"You planned this all along?"

"Who me?"

The wardens drove off smiling to themselves in the dark cab of the truck.

"I hope them guys are there again next month, you think they will be?"

"Why is that important?"

"How else can I get you in the mood to fuck my ass?"

"Silly Ned. I'm always in the mood when I see it's you on my schedule."

"Pull over!"

Inside the tent, the two lovers were sleeping; just a dozy nap before waking to cook a moonlight meal.

Upon awakening, they fried up their favorite old Brokeback meal: eggs, potatoes and ham. The coffee was re-heated and tasted kind of nasty, actually. They soon switched to whiskey.

The used dishes were dropped into the pot of boiling water, and they took their lawn chairs out of the truck bed to place on the edge of the clearing where the moon was full and softly golden.

Neither of them smoked anymore. Hadn't for years, but every once in a while, they liked a glass of Ol' Rose.

Ennis reached over and took Jack's hand in his. Jack rubbed his thumb across his man's fingers. "I always need the touch of you, ya know."

"Me too. Don't know why or how we get so busy doing everything except being together, touching."

"I know I don't say it enough, but I love you Jack Twist. More and more every day."

"Yes, I love you too, Ennis Del Mar. I feel like we got so lucky, to have found and held on to each other all these years."

"And we got that family we always wanted too. Lucky is right."

"Ennis, thank you for not marrying that girl. What was her name?"

"I don't know anymore. Can't place her."

. . . . .

"We ought to pack up and leave here in the next day or so."

"I know, but it don't seem right."

"They're Bobby's family too, though."

"Don't mean I have to like them, does it? Well, I don't mind her so much."

" I know. It's LD, the old bastard that taunted my son with lies and hate all those years, and deprived me of knowing him."

"Right. LD, for Lacks Decency . . . Or maybe Looms Dominantly . . . Looks Disgusting . . ."

"It will only be for New Year's Day, we'll be with mama and Charley for New Year's Eve."

"Just a bitch of a way to start the new year is all."

"We can concentrate on the kids, I know I will. But I'll have my ear cocked to that old bastard, lest he start some shit with any of my family."

"Any of OUR family."

"Right! Did I mention I love you Ennis?"

"Jack Twist, you old flirt! Are you trying to get me back into that tent again?"

Jack held out his hand and pulled Ennis up out of his lawn chair.

"You read my mind, Cowboy."

"That wadn't hard."

"No, but I bet I can find something else that is."

Ennis smiled; they walked hand in hand toward that fancy new tent.

"Jack, please don't ever change."

The End of Epilogue B.

The real end of Our Second Chance