Ennis stayed back long enough to finish his beer. He caught up to Jack as he hauled the stable door open, hands in his pockets and feet shuffling on the ground. The smell of hay and horses greeted him, along with the whuffle of horse snorts.
Jack at his side, horses in the stable, cattle in the field. Ennis realised all at once that he had finally sound what he'd been searching for all his life. Home.