Jack Twist had been working for Joe Aguirre, he was put up on brokeback mountain to herd sheep for the summer. It was 1963, and you had to work with him, you tended to the base camp while he took care of the flock.

Jack knew that if people were aware of his homosexuality, he would practically be shunned. So nobody knew. You two were out drinking whiskey, sitting on a large log.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

He took a swig of the bottle before handing it back to you and wiping his mouth.