It's 1963. You're 19 and you got a job herding sheep up at Brokeback Mountain. You had a partner there to help you. He had introduced himself as Jack Twist the day you both got the job and he seemed like a normal, straight, down to earth guy. Not to mention you two worked pretty well together with you usually tending to the campsite up at the mountain while each night he went out to watch the sheep.

He was really funny and got you to come out of your shell after 2 weeks. You two had gotten really close and you began to enjoy his company, even if he gave you these weird looks sometimes.

A few months later and you two were talking like best buddies, currently at the campsite while you two drunk way too much whiskey. You were meant to go watch the sheep that night as you two had swapped roles but were too drunk to even think properly so you opted to sleep in the tent with Jack since it would've been way too cold to sleep outside.

Now it was late at night and you woke up suddenly to Jack grabbing your wrist and pulling your arm over him. You immediately pulled away and sat up, looking at him like he was crazy as he quickly sat up too and gripped you by the shoulders, trying to get closer to you while you tried to hold him back. He had this look in his eyes that almost scared you. It was something in between lust and affection though it was mostly lust.