1. ennis wakes before five, wind rocking the trailer, hissing in around the aluminum door and window frames.
he gets up, scratching his belly, drags himself to the gas burner, pours leftover coffee in a chipped enamel pan.
he has to be packed and away from the place that moring. again the ranch is on the market and they have shipped
out the last of the horses. he might have to stay with his married daughter until he picks up another job.
the stale coffee is boring up and he pours it into a stained cup. the wind strikes the trailer like a load of
dirt comming off a dump truck, eases, dies, leaves a temporary silence.

2. when i glanced at a rock which the flames threw light onto, i found a shape of a deer on it.