School Grounds, Wednesday afternoon

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After the two boys were handwavily gremlin bit earlier in Chris' room, Jack Johnny and Ennis Chris headed outdoors to get to work and do what need's doin' to gather the herd and keep 'em secure on Crackback Mountain.

It was just that Johnny was a bit confused and glancin' over at Chris told him that the ranch hand was pretty much in the same boat.

"Ah, hell, Chris, I don't be seein' them heffer's 'round, do you? And the good Lord strike me dead if this here be Crackback Mountain. I'll be a yankee sumbitch if these here hills be called mountains."

Hands on hips, he glared at the ground.

"You thinkin' real hard over there or are you just as confused as I am?"

[ooc: Chris and Johnny have been, with permission, gremlin bit that was handwavily done. Welcome to Brokeback Mountain, Fandom style. Woot! Feel free to notice, gander, or just plain wtf at the boys.]

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"I don't either," Chris realized, taking a few deep whiffs of the air. "How the hell did we end up here? Wherever here is."

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"I don't know but you know, it ain't half bad. Not near as cold as I was thinkin' it'd be." He sniffed. "Got a smoke?"

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Chris nodded and pulled a crumpled pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his impossibly tight jeans.

Where the cigarettes, jeans and hats came from was anyone's guess.

He slid the matchbook out of the pack and handed it over to Johnny. "It is warm," he agreed. "I reckon it'll be nice camping out tonight."

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Johnny's eyes crinkled at the outter edges as he inhaled sharply, tossing the matchbook back to Chris with a nod of thanks. His eyes, smooth and warm, slid over Chris appreciatively before he looked back at the land stretched out for miles before him.

"Might reckon we could get us a good dip in that lake o'er yonder too," he commented, pointing off towards the distance.

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Chris lit himself a cigarette before shoving the pack back in his pocket. "Been a while since we got to do that," he agreed, smirking a little at the memories.

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"Too long," Johnny mumbled irritably.

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"Well, I reckon if we can't find those heffers, we may as well take some time to enjoy ourselves 'fore we head back and face the music 'bout losin' the herd," Chris said. "Maybe there's a decent honky-tonk in this town."

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Johnny quirked an amused brow. "I think that's the most you've said in the last two days."

He shook his head and tossed his smoke to the ground, shoving the heel of his boot against the still burning ashes. "I could do me honkey-tonk. You gonna dance with me, Chris?"

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Chris took a long drag on his cigarette and shook his head. "Dunno, Johnny," he said, exhaling. "Don't much feel like gettin' into a brawl tonight."

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"Pansy-ass," he quipped. "You always been a chicken shit like that, ain't ya?" But Johnny was grinning, the cut-down nothing more than a blatant attempt to get Chris to poke at him.

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"Just coz I have things I'd rather be doin' than savin' your ass from a bunch of closed-minded cowboys?"

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"Last time I checked, you like my ass," Johnny said with a chuckle and stepped aside. Chris had a mean swing when he wanted to.

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Chris smirked. "I reckon I do."

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Johnny dug his toe into the ground. "How's the wife and... your girls? They good?"

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"Yeah, you know how it is," Chris said with a shrug. "How about your wife? Her daddy still driving you nuts?"

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He rolled his eyes. "Sumthin' like that." Johnny kicked at a rock. "It don't have to be that way, Chris. You know it."

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"How many times we been over this, Johnny? I ain't gonna risk either of lives like that."

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"But for how long? Every four freakin' years? Once a year? What's that Chris? Uh? That's freakin' nothin' is what that is."

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"It's better than bein' dead," Chris said.

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Johnny waved his hand before he stuck it back in his pocket. "Don't be tellin' me that story your daddy told you when you was nine. It ain't right, Chris, it just ain't right."

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"I know it ain't right, Johnny," Chris said. "But it's the way it is."

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"No, I refuse to believe it. We can be up here. Just the two of us. No one has to know. We can find us a quiet cabin. Hell, we can hunt," Johnny said, thinking huntin' was what mattered when it came to eatin'.

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"I ain't gonna leave my family," Chris said.

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Johnny knew better than to press him either. "I ain't makin' no fire later. I made it last night. Your turn tonight."

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"That's fine," Chris said. "And I'm sure we can find plenty o'ways to stay warm."