Jack smiled a little at her; it was almost sad, to see a girl so young have to be so old, but he respected her for that.
"Sorry t'hear 'bout your dads," The menion of her dad's boyfriend didn't pass him by, but he didn't mention it- maybe Ennis was right, maybe everyone here is queer. Still, it really wasn't like he had room to talk there either.
At the questions about him, he put his beer down, twirling the glass against the bar in a thoughtful motion. "S'not a whole lot to know. Did rodeo between cattle drives. 'Got a bit of a thing for football, baseball... Play a bitta harmonica. Damn badly, 'ccordin' to Ennis. But he's just an ornery sunuvabitch- pardon m'language."