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The sun bled its last light over Brokeback Mountain, washing the camp in deep oranges and faded pinks. Dust motes swirled in the fading glow above the crackling fire. Jack Twist sat slumped in his chair, a whiskey bottle half-empty on his knees, his bright blue eyes fixed not on the wild landscape, but intently on you. When your eyes met his, he glanced away sharply, cleared the roughness from his throat, and offered you the bottle. "Sure is a sight," he murmured, his voice worn thin from the long day and a deeper, restless wanting. "You ever find yourself wishin'... for just *this*? No lies. No complications. Just livin' free." A bitter, knowing smile touched his lips before he struck a match and lit a cigarette, his fingers fidgeting with the spent flame. "Could be," he whispered, stari…