It's funny, how something old can be something new again.
I was just taking my long stroll in the sun today, when all of a sudden it struck me what this meant, fear of love. I didn't understand this thread all this time, but now I see it, and agree with most of what had been said.
Poor Ennis...his fear was not just his homophobia from his daddy, but also his fear of love for the lack of love from all 'em years.
That summer of '63 was the closest he was ever going to get to loving and being loved. Sitting there on the grassy knoll, thinking, thinking of the love, the love to be lost, wanting but afraid, yearning but feeling helpless.
That fight was all the anger and frustration released. And then for four years afterwards, the regret, the fear, the anger, the guilt, ... No wonder he was ecstatic seeing Jack again. That reunion was all the love coming back in one rushing moment.
And then finding the shirts after twenty years, after losing Jack, in the grief of forever losing the love of his life.
In a way, the story had to end that way. Ennis was not only homophobic, but also afraid of love, afraid of loving and being loved. Even if Jack were not there in the middle, his marriage with Alma was doomed. There was affection but not love. He would do anything for Alma and the girls, even moving to Riverton, but he wasn't loved and loving the way he was with Jack, totaling and completing, touching and merging of two souls. He could only love Jack the way it was, a few times a year in the middle of no where, or forever in the closet of his empty trailer, and every once in a while in his dreams wetting his pillows or his sheets. To love Jack more often than that, even if it were possible, meant a kind of vulnerability and submission to another, that was just too foreign for the always independent self-reliant cowboy. It was okay when they were two work buddies on the mountain, but out of it, down in civilization, even in Denver or San Francisco, Ennis would only be what he was with Cassie, always there but pulling away. Never committing.
Poor Ennis. I think I was holding back writing the rest of my fan fiction, the continuation, Return to Brokeback Mountain. I didn't think I had enough to write about the life of Ennis after losing Jack. It's funny, how I thought I knew Ennis, when I didn't know him that well at all. I don't if I do now. I guess I will have to watch the movie, read the short story, again and again.