From: quilisma@cox.net   
      
   TITLE: BROKEBACK  MOUNTAIN, cont.   
      
   Author Name: Rusty   
      
   Author Email: quilisma@cox.net   
      
   Status: Complete? Dunno ...   
      
   Archive: ask   
      
   Rating: ADULTS ONLY   
      
   Pairing: multiple M/M   
      
   Type: crossover -- multiple fandoms   
      
   Warnings: um, interspecies (sorta)   
      
   Summary: a vision of a utopian future. Picks up at the end of the   
   Brokeback  Mountain short story.   
      
   Spoilers:  None   
      
   Disclaimer: the characters and original stories/movies are the property   
   of the various entities who own them. No copyright infringement is   
   intended. Strictly for fun/comfort. No money changed hands.   
      
   Notes: I don't know of any Brokeback ficlists to which to post this;   
   if anybody else does, feel free. Just don't change anything. Thanks!   
   Rusty.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN, cont.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Come spring thaw, Ennis headed up the mountain ... he wasn't sure if   
   he was goin' up there to die or not, but he knew one thing: he   
   wasn't comin' down again.   
      
      
      
   On the off-chance he might decide he wanted to live through the next   
   winter, he built a small, sturdy cabin butted up against a cave, and   
   filled the cave with supplies. Then he got somebody to ride up with him   
   one last time and take the horse and pack-mules back down for him.   
      
      
      
   There wasn't much game, but he didn't have the heart to kill it   
   anyway. He'd seen enough killin' for a lifetime of lifetimes.   
      
      
      
   The pictures and the shirt went up in a small niche he'd built for   
   that purpose.   
      
      
      
   Then he settled down to wait.   
      
      
      
      
   For what, he wasn't quite sure ...   
      
      
      
   One thing he was sure of, though, was that Jack wasn't down below in   
   that dusty graveyard on the plains ... he was here, on this mountain.   
   He'd called to Ennis, clear as day.   
      
      
      
   And Ennis had come.   
      
      
      
   One way or another, they'd be together again. In death, in life ...   
   didn't much matter to Ennis.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
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   Ennis woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. He stared at Jack,   
   standing at the wood-stove, shirtless, in worn jeans and boots ... Ennis   
   was half surprised, and half not.   
      
      
      
   "Thought you was never gonna wake up."   
      
      
      
   "Wondered if you was gonna show up … how?"   
      
      
      
   "Dunno. Reckon the lights had something to do with it."   
      
      
      
   Ennis remembered the lights ... that drunken summer so long ago ...   
   they'd argued about whether they were flying saucers or not.   
      
      
      
   "You know you was daid?"   
      
      
      
   "Um, sorta."   
      
      
      
   "What do you remember?"   
      
      
      
   "Not much. Changin' the tire ... then a lot of bright lights ...   
   then I wuz here. Knew you'd be here."   
      
      
      
   "You told me to come."   
      
      
      
   "That a fact? Don't remember doin' it, but it makes   
   sense."   
      
      
      
   Jack put the breakfast on the table.   
      
      
      
   "Where'd you git all this? Wasn't none of this in the cave   
   ..."   
      
      
      
   "Was when I looked. There's enough stuff back there for us to   
   stay up here forever, I guess."   
      
      
      
   Jack looked at Ennis shyly.   
      
      
      
   "Iff'n you want to."   
      
      
      
   "Don't much matter where, long as you're here."   
      
      
      
   "Gooda place as any, then, I s'pose."   
      
      
      
   Jack stared at the niche for a long time.   
      
      
      
   "Yep. Gooda place as any."   
      
      
      
   "Not losin' you again. Ever."   
      
      
      
   "Yep. We surely fucked up, didn't we?"   
      
      
      
   "Uh huh. Got a second chance now. Not gonna fuck that up."   
      
      
      
   "Wonder why us?"   
      
      
      
   "Dunno. Don't care."   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   "How come you made the bed so big?"   
      
      
      
   "Knew you was a-comin', I guess."   
      
      
      
   Jack chuckled.   
      
      
      
   "Been a long time since we done it in a bed."   
      
      
      
   "Lemme wash up ... I stink ... then we'll fix that."   
      
      
      
   Jack skinned out of his jeans and boots and stretched out bare-assed   
   nekkid on the bed ... he slowly stroked his cock while he watched Ennis   
   scrubbing himself in front of the fireplace.   
      
      
      
   "Guess them lights did somethin' to you too."   
      
      
      
   "Huh?"   
      
      
      
   "You ain't got a mirror. Ennis, I swear you don't look a day   
   older than the day I first laid eyes on you, more'n twenty years   
   ago."   
      
      
      
   Ennis paused.   
      
      
      
   "You neither. Didn't think about it. Just seemed right."   
      
      
      
   "Yo'r ass is clean enough. Git over here."   
      
      
      
   Ennis slid into bed and pulled up the covers. Sudden scalding tears   
   filled his eyes. Jack kissed him gently.   
      
      
      
   "Hush, baby boy. Time for grievin' is past and done."   
      
      
      
   "You sure this ain't no dream?"   
      
      
      
   Jack guided Ennis' hand to his waiting cock.   
      
      
      
   "That feel like a dream to you?"   
      
      
      
   "Dunno. Maybe you better put it up my ass so's I can be   
   certain-sure."   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Not a livin' soul from down below ever saw Jack and Ennis again ...   
   leastways, not up close. The Rangers passed on part of the story to   
   their replacements, kinda quiet-like ... they didn't want folks   
   messin' in Jack and Ennis' business.   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   Jack watched unsurprised as the magnificent animal allowed Ennis to   
   gently tend the wound in his leg, his hands enveloping it in a gentle   
   golden glow.   
      
      
      
   "Didja know you could do that?"   
      
      
      
   "Yeah, kinda. Seemed right."   
      
      
      
   "Silver timber wolf ... not many of `em left."   
      
      
      
   "Look out back for somethin' to feed him ... he done lost a lot   
   of blood."   
      
      
      
   Ennis filled a bowl with water and set it on the floor. Jack returned,   
   grinning.   
      
      
      
   "Them lights been busy. Whole buncha dog food back there."   
      
      
      
   "You s'pose they're watchin' us?"   
      
      
      
   "Don't care. They ain't done nuthin' to hurt us, and a   
   whole lot to help us. They kin watch all they want."   
      
      
      
   Having eaten his fill, the wolf planted his muzzle in Ennis' lap.   
      
      
      
   "Whatcha gonna call him?"   
      
      
      
   Ennis chuckled.   
      
      
      
   "He's got a name."   
      
      
      
   "That a fact? He tell you?"   
      
      
      
   "Uh huh."   
      
      
      
      
   Ennis said something in a high yipping voice. The wolf put his paws on   
   his chest and howled.   
      
      
      
   "He's laughin' at me. Guess I don't talk wolf-talk so   
   good. He sez we can call him `Ghost'."   
      
      
      
   "Think he'll stay?"   
      
      
      
   "Uh huh. Gotta make him a door so's he can come and go, though.   
   He'll let us know in the meantime."   
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
      
   "Jack Twist?"   
      
      
      
   "Naw. I'm Ennis. Come on in. Want some coffee an'   
   somethin' t' eat? It's a long ride from the ranger   
   station."   
      
      
      
   The young ranger entered hesitantly and looked around the comfortable   
   stone house.   
      
      
      
   "How long y'all been up here?"   
      
      
      
   " `Bout ten years. Have a seat. I'll put on some coffee and   
   start supper. Hey, JACK! We got company."   
      
      
      
   "Ranger ... you're a long way from home. What brings you up   
   here?"   
      
      
      
   "Got some papers for you."   
      
      
      
   "What kinda papers?"   
      
      
      
      
   "Deed to most of the mountain. It was unclaimed land, still, after   
   all these years."   
      
      
      
   "Huh?!"   
      
      
      
   "Didn't you register it?"   
      
      
      
   "Naw, but I bet I know who did. Lemme see them papers."   
      
      
      
   Jack scanned the papers; then he tossed them to Ennis.   
      
      
      
   "Some lawyer in Cheyenne, on behalf of Brokeback Mountain Wilderness   
   Trust. We're the anonymous trustees."   
      
      
      
   "Our friends?"   
      
      
      
   Jack chuckled and nodded.   
      
      
      
   "You got a bedroll?"   
      
      
      
   "Uh huh."   
      
      
      
   "You can bunk here tonight. It's too late to start down, and   
   it's fixin' to rain anyway. There's a lean-to out back.   
   I'll put out some food for your horse and git him some water."   
      
      
      
   The young ranger started as Ghost slipped through the open  door.   
      
      
      
   "That's Ghost. Don't pay him no mind. Fixed his busted leg   
   for him ... he decided to stay. Let him sniff you ... then you can pet   
   him."   
      
      
      
      
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