And four years pass by so much faster in the darkness of a room then they do when you're actually livin' them. Ennis is on the verge of sleep himself, and if he closes his eyes hard enough and smells long enough, he can think of them back in that shit hole of a motel room, tryin' to talk this shit out.

"Took me about a year a figure out it was that I shouldn't a let you out a my sights. Couldn't'a known I'd'a been stupid enough to let myself get all in love with a fuckin' rodeo hand like you."