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Title: A Day In The Life, March 2
Author: [ profile] morrobay1990
Genre: post canon/1991
Word count: 385
Disclaimer: Jack & Ennis are AP's.
♥ Jack


“Shit. Dammit.”

He dropped his fork with a clatter and pushed his dinner plate away...with the paper towel he used for a napkin, he wiped at the nickel-sized drop of spaghetti sauce, causing a longer, smeared orange stain on the questionnaire in front of him.

Tim had asked him if he’d reviewed them all to match men with horses and Ennis had put him off all week, but knew he had to get it done tonight. Construction on the bunkhouse had already begun, if they were going to make a real go at this, they only had eight weeks to get everything ready.

Skipping the top half entirely, which only consisted of names, addresses, and other mundane information, he concentrated on the two questions that he thought would give him what he needed to know: how well the “guest” thought they could ride, and the reason they wanted to go on a round up.

He read the first reason with disgust: Ride and rope like a real cowboy! Yee haw! He checked the age of the applicant: twenty-two. He knew these men were coming to ride and maybe learn to rope, but he wasn’t going to have anything to do with an ignorant asshole who said things like yee haw. He wrote Jeff’s name at the top of the application, so this guy would be assigned to him, and decided Moxie, a mare with some attitude but enough smarts to keep her out of trouble on a ride, would be appropriate, then put the paper at the bottom of the pile.

Looking at the next several, he noted the occupations were all over the map: construction workers, two lawyers, a mailman, manager-types from various industries...all wanting to see what the life of a cowboy was like...for fun...for a perfect weather and everything in the hands of experts...they’d be along for the ride with no responsibility...for a thousand dollars a head.

By nine o’clock he was pretty sure he wanted out of this whole thing. For one thing, he hadn’t realized men had to do things like this with their best friends...out of the nine he’d read, there was one group of three friends and three groups of he looked with only slightly more interest at the last applicant, the only one coming by himself...Ken Jennings.

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Date: 2013-03-02 07:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
"...he wasn’t going to have anything to do with an ignorant asshole who said things like yee haw." Bless him. And you too.
One of the reasons I quit going to the yearly horse fair here is the sheer number of persons (overwhelmingly male, caucasian, visibly frustrated by their job and general position in life, disappointed with family life as shown by the kids they sometimes drag around, and apparently unable to grow up already) who barely know which end of a horse is which, but slap a sort of mini-Stetson on their heads and crowd around the rings, shouting yee haw and scaring the horses.
Good luck to Ennis, and Moxie...

Date: 2013-03-02 07:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

hmmmm..... ken jennings, huh? methinks there may be some rumpy-pumpy in ennis' future... and a whole helluvalotta angst.

well, one can hope anyway! :-)


all right ennis

Date: 2013-03-02 07:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
glad to hear he has been keeping at this job: you never know where it will lead.

too bad about the spaghetti sauce, though.


Date: 2013-03-02 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Oh, Ken Jennings?!!

I bet he's hot!

Wouldn't yell Yee-Haw, neither.

Date: 2013-03-02 10:53 pm (UTC)
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Date: 2013-03-03 06:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, I bet Ken is with Ennis on this ride. Sounds like an interesting move. Looking so forward to the round up. Joe
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