Jack gets in his pickup, adjusts the rearview mirror... Drives away. We see Jack look back at Ennis thru is rearview mirror. Ennis puts his hands in his pockets, watches him go. Stands there in the wind. Jacks pickup is soon out of sight.
He starts down the street, but before he can get a half a block, Jack's leaving proves too much: he feels like someone's pulling his guts out, hand over hand, a yard at a time.
He stumbles into an alley, drops to his knees. Kneels there, silent as pain, longing, loneliness, overpower Ennis. Emotions stronger than he's ever felt for another person consume him: he feels as bad and confused as he ever has in his life. Conflicted, he is angry at himself, for all that has happened, and for all that he is feeling. Punches the wall, bloodying both his knuckles.
A cowboy passes the alley. Pauses, looks at Ennis.
Ennis glares at him.
Ennis:
What the f*ck you lookin' at?
The cowboys moves on.