I'm thinking here of the 19th century wild, wild West. In the western, the West is a romantic concept that represents an ideal of complete freedom. It's a chance to start all over again, to reinvent yourself. Had Jack and Ennis met in Wyoming in 1863, they would have simply rode, lived, and loved together until their deaths. There would have been no prying eyes, no censoring looks. The only women they would have run into would have been dance hall girls or Annie Oakley wannabes (like Lureen, come to think of it!). A book by Tom Spanbauer entitled "The Man Who Fell in Love With the Moon" explores this theme, at least on one level. A young boy who is raised to believe he is part Indian falls in love with an older man, but there are, inevitably, complications. It's one of my all time favorite books, but, for reasons to complex to dwell on here, don't expect a happy ending. Jack and Ennis, however, could easily have blended in with the culture of the wild West, without creating a stir. It would have been "a sweet life" indeed.
"The Mountain Has Wings"