Close Range : Brokeback Mountain and other stories

The country appeared as empty ground, big sagebrush, rabbitbrush, intricate sky, flocks of small birds like packs of cards thrown up in the air, and a faint track drifting toward the red-walled horizon. Graves were unmarked, Fallen house timbers and corrals burned up in old campfires.Nothin much but weather and distance, the distance punctuated once in a while by ranch gates, and to the north the endless murmur and sun-flash of semis Rolling along the interstate.
In this vague region the Touheys ranched...