It (the bedroll) was big enough, warm enough, and in a little while they deepened their intimacy considerably. Ennis ran full-throttle on all roads whether fence mending or money spending, and he wanted none of it when Jack seized his left hand and brought it to his erect cock.
Ennis jerked his hand away as though he'd touched fire, got to his knees, unbuckled his belt, shoved his pants down, huled Jack onto all fours and, with the help of the clear slick and a little spit, entered him, nothing he'd done before but no instruction manual needed.
They went at it in silence except for a few sharp intakes of breath and Jack's chocked "gun's going off" then out, down and asleep.