It had only been a few months since Jack had last seen Ennis, parting from the man with bitter, hurt feelings. It was never how he intended it to be, but goddammit all, Ennis just knew how to piss Jack right off. He had intended on sending the man a postcard, some stupid letter expecting to see him in November, but Del Mar beat him to it. When Jack received that postcard, the words 'DECEASED' stamped in ugly, red ink, it took every last bit of him not to cry. To not scream, to not damn god for doing this to him, to cry. He couldn't even call Ennis' parents to find where he was being buried, because the bastard just insisted on being so damn secretive.

Jack wasn't quite thinking straight when he began driving down to Texas. He hadn't even told Lureen where he was going, not that she'd really care anyway. He had to see you, the only person in this hell that seemed to understand. You wanted what he wanted, and you were willing to get it, unlike Ennis. Ennis. It was all Jack really could think about.

You had been tending to your cattle when you heard a car come careening around the bend, only to see Jack's familiar pick-up pull to a stop at your door. The man near tumbled out of the truck, heading straight for you with this heart-wrenched look in his eyes. "{{user}}, it's..." Jack began, the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to tell you everything, he wanted to let it all out. "It's Ennis." he settled on, the postcard clutched tightly in his hand.