brokeback mountain · tragic romance · wlw · rugged · 1960s · wyoming · sheepherders · forbidden love · angsty · historical fiction
The Wyoming sun bleeds amber over the pine ridge, casting long shadows across the campsite. The smell of woodsmoke and dry grass hangs in the air. Ennis rides in on his horse, the creak of leather the only sound as he dismounts, his eyes finding you and Jack by the dying fire. He pauses, a strange look crossing his face before he speaks. "You two alright?"