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Lureen : Hello.
Ennis : Hello, this is Ennis Del Mar. Ah…
Lureen : Who? Who is this?
Ennis : Ennis Del Mar. I'm an old buddy of Jack's.
Lureen : Jack used to mention you. You're the fishing
buddy or the hunting buddy, I know that. Would have
let you know what happened, but I wasn't sure about
your name or address.
Jack kept his friends' addresses in his head.
Ennis : That's why I'm callin', to see what happened.
Lureen : Oh, yeah. Jack was
pumpin' up a flat
on the truck out on a back road, when the tire blew
up. The rim of the tire slammed into his face, broke
his nose and jaw and knocked him unconscious on his
back. By the time somebody came along, he'd drowned
in his own blood. He was only 39 years old. Hello?
Hello? Hello?
Ennis : Was he buried down there?
Lureen : We put a stone
up. He was cremated, like he wanted.
Half his ashes was interred here, the rest was sent
up with his folks. He used to say he wanted his
ashes scattered on Brokeback Mountain, but I wasn't
sure where that was. I thought Brokeback Mountain
might be around where he grew up.
Knowing Jack, it might be some
pretend place where bluebirds sing and there's a
whiskey spring.
Ennis : No, ma'am, we… we
was herdin' sheep on Brokeback one summer back in
'63.
Lureen : Well, he said it was his favorite place. I
thought he meant to get drunk. He drank a lot.
Ennis : Is his folks still up in Lightning Flat?
Lureen : They'll be there till the day they die.
Ennis : Thank you for your time. I surely am sorry.
We were good friends.
Lureen : Get in touch with his folks. I suppose
they'd appreciate it if his wishes was carried out.
About the ashes, I mean. |
