As soon as the door banged shut, Ennis erupted with a primitive growl. He was on his feet, charging forward. The forgotten horse reared up and took off at a gallop. Ennis rammed himself at Jack, straddling him, holding him down. Both fists pummeled the ground, barely missing Jack's face, though he wasn't intending to hit Jack.
Tears of frustration and helpless anger burned his cheeks. "Not dead. Y're not dead!" His voice broke and cracked, heaved with sobs as he tried to catch his breath.