Ennis coughs some more, and then he talks some more. About the dark, and the coyotes that ain't here, but at home. And when he has trouble breathing, he worries a bit.


It's easier to worry when there ain't already people worryin' all over you.

























And then he can breathe again, and the darkness is a little darker and the silence is a little louder, and his grip on Jack gets a little tighter as his words move to them.