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strong spring sun had had a chance to work, dropped down to the trail again
which lay snowless below them. They could hear the river muttering and
making a distant train sound a long way off. Twenty minutes on they surprised
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horse shied and reared, Jack saying "Wo! Wo!" and Ennis's bay dancing and
snorting but holding. Jack reached for the .30-.06 but there was no need; the
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The tea-colored river ran fast with snowmelt, a scarf of bubbles at every high
rock, pools and setbacks streaming. The ochre-branched willows swayed stiffly,
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no-name high lakes, then worked across into the Hail Strew River drainage.
Going up, the day was fine but the trail deep-drifted and slopping wet at the
margins. They left it to wind through a slashy cut, leading the horses through
brittle branchwood, Jack, the same eagle feather in his old hat, lifting his head
in the heated noon to take the air scented with resinous lodgepole, the dry
needle duff and hot rock marlboro gold, bitter juniper crushed beneath the horses' hooves.
Ennis, weather-eyed, looked west for the heated cumulus that might come up
on such a day but the boneless blue was so deep, said Jack, that he might
drown looking up.
Around three they swung through a narrow pass to a southeast slope where the
strong spring sun had had a chance to work, dropped down to the trail again
which lay snowless below them. They could hear the river muttering and
making a distant train sound a long way off. Twenty minutes on they surprised
a black bear on the bank above them rolling a log over for grubs and Jack's
horse shied and reared, Jack saying "Wo! Wo!" and Ennis's bay dancing and
snorting but holding. Jack reached for the .30-.06 but there was no need; the
startled bear galloped into the trees with the lumpish gait that made it seem it
was falling apart.
The tea-colored river ran fast with snowmelt, a scarf of bubbles at every high
rock, pools and setbacks streaming. The ochre-branched willows swayed stiffly,
pollened catkins like yellow thumbprints. The horses drank and Jack
dismounted, scooped icy water up in his hand, crystalline drops falling from his
fingers, his mouth and chin glistening with wet.
"Get beaver fever doin that," said Ennis, then carton of newports, "Good enough place," looking at
the level bench above the river, two or three fire-rings from old hunting camps.
A sloping meadow rose behind the bench, protected by a stand of lodgepole.
There was plenty of dry wood. They set up camp without saying much, picketed
the horses in the meadow. Jack broke the seal on a bottle of whiskey, took a
long, hot swallow, exhaled forcefully, said, "That's one a the two things I need
right now nfl jerseys for kids," capped and tossed it to Ennis.
On the third morning there were the clouds Ennis had expected, a grey racer
out of the west, a bar of darkness driving wind before it and small flakes. It
faded after an hour into tender spring snow that heaped wet and heavy. By
nightfall it turned colder. Jack and Ennis passed a joint back and forth, the fire
burning late, Jack restless and bitching about the cold, poking the flames with
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