Ennis carefully takes half the cigarette he's been smoking, flicks the ash off the end, pinches-off the stub, and puts the remainder back in his pocket, saving it for later.
We hear an old pickup truck coming down the road, motor stumbling, sputtering, and backfiring. Ennis watches as the truck pulls into Aguirre's lot, comes to choked halt, tires spin against the brake, motor dies. Driver gets out, slams the door, kicks the fender, looks at the beast in desperation, mutters:
Shit!