A lasso, a black resistol, an old dirty pickup, cold high mountains, the sound of some bad harmonica, the lonely chord of a guitar, leather gloves, whiskey bottles, some quiet river, a warm night fire, puppy dogs, dusty long roads, plaid shirts, wet field of yellow flowers, brilliant blue eyes, mumbled words, just EVERYTHING.
And just everyday all "the leaning". That opening scene with Jack leaning against his truck just stole my heart. And I knew in that moment that my life will never be the same again.
