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Aguirre : Up on Brokeback, the Forest
Service has got designated campsites
on the allotments. Them camps can be 3, 4 miles from
where we pasture the woollies. Bad predator loss if
there's nobody lookin' after 'em at night. Now, what
I want is a camp tender to stay in the main camp,
where the Forest Service says. But the herder he's
gonna pitch a pup tent on the Q.T.
with the sheep and he's gonna sleep there. You eat
your supper and breakfast in camp but you sleep with
the sheep 100%. No fire, don't leave no sign. You
roll up that tent every mornin' . in case Forest
Service snoops around. Yeah? No. No!
Not on your fuckin' life.
You got your dogs, your 30-30, you sleep there.
(30-30 is a sort of dog contest) Last s ummer I had
goddamn near 25% loss. I don't want that again. You.
Fridays at noon, be down at the bridge with your grocery list
and mules and somebody with supplies will be there
at the pick-up. Tomorrow mornin' we'll truck you up
to the jump-off.
Jack : Jack Twist.
Ennis : Ennis.
Jack : Your folks just
stop at Ennis?
Ennis : Del Mar.
Jack : Well, nice to know you, Ennis Del Mar. My
second year up here. Last year, one storm, the
lightnin' killed 42 sheep. Thought I'd asphyxiate
from the smell. Aguirre
got all over my arse, like I was
supposed to control the weather. But beats workin'
for my old man. Can't please my old man, no way.
That's why I took to rodeoin'. You ever rodeo?
Ennis : You know, I mean, once in a while. When I got
the entry fee in my pocket.
Jack : Yeah. Are you from ranch people?
Ennis : Yeah, I was.
Jack : Your folks run you
off?
Ennis : No, they run themselves off. There was one
curve in the road in 43 miles, and they miss it. So
the bank took the ranch and my brother and sister,
they raised me, mostly.
Jack : Shit, that's hard. |
