--Here is chapter 2... I still dont own Brokeback... Cries Please R&R and Ill see if I continue--

"It's been too long." I sighed out as I stopped a little ways from the post office, a strong wind hitting me like a raging bull. I held my hat so it wouldn't fly off. Finally the wind died down and I took out a cig and placed it between my lips. I then reached for my lighter and flicked it a few times before it finally stayed lit.

"Damn thing..." I cursed out and lit my cig. I took a deep puff of the cigarette and put my lighter back in my coat pocket just above my breast. I began to walk back towards the house but a strong wind bit me again and I doubled back. I forced myself through the wind just enough to make it into an alley between two buildings. I leaned back with an exhausted sigh and took another puff of my cig. I took it from my mouth and held it between my two fingers, flicking off the excess ashes.

"Ennis, god, why's it gotta be this way... We coulda had a life together, only us boy... Only us... Now it been feelin' like I'm diein' inside... Sometimes when I ain't near you for so long, I can' bear it boy... I hate this..." The words fell from my mouth like a waterfall. I felt a sting in my eyes.

"Damn I'm gettin' watery over this boy... Sometimes I wish I were dead... God I need'im..." The feel of soft tears ran down my cheeks and I wiped them away gently with my sleeve and let out a soft sigh. I flicked my cig away, not able to smoke anymore. The wind rushed like a stampede past the alley.

"I an't makin' it back tha' way." I said with an annoyed sigh and began my trek home through the back ways and dirt roads. All the while I walked, I couldn't get that boy off my mind.

"It coulda been us boy, walkin' those roads hand in hand up on tha' mountain... Jus' us, our ranch and a nice big bed... Boy we coulda had it all!" I kept talking to myself. I never really knew why, but it comforted me to think about him... To talk as if he were there. He shoulda been here... Been here right now... I found myself wandering roads so the wind was in back of me. Silent roads... Once in awhile I coulda sowore I was hearin' voices, but ev'rytime I went to look around... Ain't no one there. I began to feel a little scared, walkin' lone roads.. I could feel my heart poundin' in my chest. That was when I decided to walk a bit faster, maybe run a ways. Thud, thud I heard the beating in my chest as I ran. Again I coulda swore I heard someone... I stopped and looked around, the wind hitting me again... Nothing... Grass, a blank road and a sky... Why was I so paranoid...? I wondered to myself for a moment before I turned to walk again. I was panting heavily from running. I needed to calm myself.

"Ennis, boy, where are ya when I need ya..." I spoke to the wind. Thump, thud, patter patter Tha's it, someone was following me! I bolted into the horizon, praying softly to myself... "God Ennis... Help me!"

My legs were gettin' tired but I kept runnin'. By now I could only hear one man behind me, runnin' at excessive speeds. My heart was poundin', roarin' from my chest. Pain shot up me and I was pantin' like a wild dog. Stabbin' pains shot through my chest. I feared my legs would 'ventually give out beneath me, so I decided to bolt a completly different way, crossin' over someones ranch where I hurdled the fences like a horse.

"Ennis..." I panted out as my runnin' slowed. I couldn't hear the man behind me no more so I stopped. I had been by a fence, the back fence of the ranch I just tore ass through. I leaned down on the fence, my heart boltin' out of my chest. I closed my eyes for a moment to calm my heart and breathin'. I had ben prayn' softly to myself asking God to save me.

"Fuckin' bastards... Who the hell they think they are! Chasin' me... They ain't got no right. I never done no wrong..." I turned my back to the fence and slid down so I was in a sittin' position. My head laid down in my hands with a great sigh.

"There he is!" I heard a yell in the distance... "Shit.." I sighed out and jumped to my feet. This time I wansn't gonna run. Maybe they jus' wanted to talk. Who knows? I waited for the men to approach me and stood proudly. "Whaddya want?" I asked the three men.

"You a fag, Twist?" The biggest guy responded.

"What? How the hell ya know my name!" The man slowly came closer to me.

"Ya didn't answer my question. Are ya a fag, Twist?" I stood, beginning to get angry.

"That ain't none of yer business... Now leave me alone." The man gave me a most evil grin and swung a punch at me. Luckily I saw his fist and dodged it. "Bastard! Leave me the hell alone!" I said to the man and turned away. Seein' an exit in the fence, I walked towards it.

"Git back here, ya fag!" The man yelled and followed me, the other two following him. I picked up my pace and walked faster through the exit. A field of dead grass crumpled below my feet and a silent dirt road lay in front of me. "Le's get'im." I heard the man say. I turned to look back at them and my eyes went wide.

"Tire irons..." I found the words fell silent from my mouth. I turned again and began runnin' for my life. I heard the sound of the three men slowly gainin' on me and I let out one final prayer and plea and ran with all I had left in my tirin' body, knowing in my heart that I wouldn't be able to stay ahead for long.