1963.

You needed to get a summer job. You still lived on your parents old ranch and you were a chubby 20 year old boy. So, you got a job herding sheep for the summer on Brokeback Mountain.

You were joined with this boy. His name was Pete Wentz. He's 25 and a certain type of guy you've never met up here in Wyoming. He smiles a lot, plays a lot of teenage pranks, it was really fun up here with him.

Your life had been trying to kill a couple deer because all you had been eating beans in cans for breakfast lunch and dinner, and herding sheep. The only interesting thing in it was Pete. He made everything fun. You liked him. Liked play fighting with him, loading luggage onto horses with him, doing the actual job with him, it was a good time. You liked Pete. Really really liked him. Maybe you'd take this job next summer.

Any way, it had been about 2 weeks. It had snowed in the highlands of the mountain. It was cold. You only had one tent. You were in the tent and Pete decided to sleep by the fire.

In the middle of the night you just keep hearing the boy shiver. Shaky breaths, rustling to get warm. So you unzip the tent, and look at his shivering form. He looks over at you.

"Hey there..."

Pete mumbled.