“Freeze your ass off tonight,” Snow said to Broccoli. “Better off sleepin in the tent.”
As the tent descended, Broccoli felt he was in a slow-motion, but headlong, irreversible fall.
“Old Brokeback got us good and it sure ain’t over.”
“You’re too much for me, Snow,” Broccoli said. “I wish I knew how to quit you.”
But nothing could be done about it, and if you can’t fix it, you’ve got to pick the broccoli.