Brokeback Mountain: Here (Canon | G | J/E | 100 words | 04/24/07)
Genres/Plot summary: Canon. Life on the mountain.
Here
Buck-down, tired-eyed, loose-limbed.
Ain't seen civilization for weeks too high on countin. Smell worse than the fuckin unwashed sheep.
Weather-weary, joint-creaking, saddle-sore.
River's just about used up its welcome. Fuck all this poundin dirty shirts. Ought to just tear em up and use em for the fire.
Shit-talking, ham-fisted, britches-stretching.
Want to tell Aguirre a thing or two. Piece a your mind. Smug bastard, comin round on his horse, lookin at you all high and mighty.
Whiskey sharing, fire warming, and then: tent christening.
Can't think of nowhere you'd rather be.
Here
Buck-down, tired-eyed, loose-limbed.
Ain't seen civilization for weeks too high on countin. Smell worse than the fuckin unwashed sheep.
Weather-weary, joint-creaking, saddle-sore.
River's just about used up its welcome. Fuck all this poundin dirty shirts. Ought to just tear em up and use em for the fire.
Shit-talking, ham-fisted, britches-stretching.
Want to tell Aguirre a thing or two. Piece a your mind. Smug bastard, comin round on his horse, lookin at you all high and mighty.
Whiskey sharing, fire warming, and then: tent christening.
Can't think of nowhere you'd rather be.