"I can't stay here," Ennis murmured, after a moment. he lifted his hand as if he had a cigarette, and it fell limp when he realised he didn't. His fingers spread across his side, before his hand dropped into the water. "Two men living together," he muttered, as if the idea shamed him. He'd told Jack long ago about the men who worked a ranch together back home when he was a kid, and how Earl had been killed, how his father had made sure he and his brother saw the body.