Last night I read the short story for the first time (didn’t get to sleep until about 3 a.m. this morning and have had a helluva long day, but maybe once I’ve written this I can go to bed. Hurray!). Proulx’s story and the film rather complement each other, filling in a few gaps to sooth my troubled mind. I agree with those who thought that Ennis’ take on Jack’s demise was what actually happened, although Proulx does leave it up in the air even for Ennis. If someone is just murdered, however terrible that is, you wouldn’t hide telling it even to a stranger who calls to find out what has happened. There is no shame being murdered unless the circumstances surrounding it touch on some kind of scandal. Jack even jokes about being caught by the “rancher’s wife’s husband” or Lureen (what a name! I have encountered it before. O to be in Dixie.). Proulx is so spare with her words that they are all important, though she leaves it with us to wrestle with. If talk-non-stop missus had noticed a decline in her husband’s attentions, or suspected his cabin forays, she’d definitely do some digging, probably worried that some woman like Lureen would get her claws into her husband.
I can see how a gay affair exposed even to a very few in a place like Childress (my grandfather was born in Hugo, OK and grew up moving back and forth across the OK-Texas border and up into the Texas Panhandle) could easily end up as a gay bashing that gets covered up. Small towns hold such secrets with people actually knowing the truth, but no one willing to break ranks and tell the truth.
I was surprised at Lureen’s going against Jack’s wishes and dividing his ashes, burying some in Childress (“we put up a stone”) and sending the rest to his folks so that they could sort out the Wyoming end of things. A widow trying to make it all look respectable? Not that I think she would have been directly involved, but she is definitely holding something back from Ennis and the penny does drop and she begins to understand who Ennis really is. All that peroxide can’t hide them lying eyes! Wonder what happened to the ranch foreman? That would settle the question as far as I’m concerned. Still Crying, Titus.