John Twist continues his vitriol . . . .
TWIST: Jack used to say . . . Ennis Del Mar - he used to say . . . I'm gonna' bring him up here one a' these days - an' we'll lick this damn ranch into shape.
Ennis smiles slightly at these words, looks Twist right in the eye with this revelation.
Had sum half-baked notion the two a' you was gonna' move up here, build a cabin, help run the place . . .
Ennis now looks down, realizing that Jack's "sweet life" was going to be right here.
Twist spits into his coffee cup (again)
Then this spring, . . got another fella' gonna' come up here with 'em . . . build a place, help run the ranch. Some ranch neighbor a' his from down in Texas, gone split up with his wife an' come back here. So he says. But like most a Jack's ideas, never come ta' pass . . .
Ennis suddenly turns ashen, realizes the depth and meaning behind John Twist's words.
Slowly, gently, a hand from above comes down to rest on Ennis's shoulder.