Page 69 of The Love Lie
Cooper:If you could smell me right now, you’d know I haven’t had a real shower in a month.
Cooper:Come and you’ll see.
Cooper:Well, I mean, you won’t. I’ll be clean by then. I promise.
Cooper:Just come.
Cooper to Wes: Fuck, man. I’m practically begging her to visit and I just told her I smell like shit.
Wes:You’re doing great, sweetie.
Cooper:How do I salvage this?
Wes:Taking a breath might be a good place to start.
Wes:And a shower…
Sam to Cooper:You’re alive! And apparently smelly.
Cooper:I’m alive. And very sorry.
Sam:I figured there was some sort of explanation. No sweat.
Sam:Ha. Sweat. Get it?
Sam:Cause you’re smelly.
Sam:Not because of any other sweat-related activities.
Sam:Anyway… What’s the roundup?
Cooper:We basically move all the cattle from the summer to winter pastures. It takes a while to find them all on the open plains and drive them closer to the ranch. Now we’re weaningthe calves, figuring out which to sell, doing vet checks and vaccinations, fixing fences. The usual.
Sam:Sounds very unusual to me.
Cooper:You’ll see it soon enough.
Sam:Speaking of… I’ve been doing some research, strictly for packing purposes, and I read that some cowboys still sleep in bunkhouses on big ranches. What kind of voyeuristic situation do I need to prepare myself for, Cooper?
Cooper:None.
Cooper:We have a bunkhouse. I don’t sleep in it and neither will you.
Sam:Then where will I sleep?
Cooper:In my bed, with me.
Sam:You sound very sure of that fact.
Cooper:I am.
Cooper:I’m not fucking sharing you with anyone, Cuj. Got it?
Sam:Got it.
Cooper:And I’m planning for lots of sweat-related activities.
Sam:Balls feeling a little blue there, cowboy?
