One of Annie Proulx's stories is about a guy who accidently discovers a door to another dimension (she never tries to explain what it is exactly). He found that he could maneuver his enemies into it and they would disappear. He was pretty petty. He used it to get out of debts and stuff. I think that was the whole "moral" of the story, the guy's pettiness. It's hard to take Proulx's writing serious because she doesn't. None of it is very interesting except for Brokeback Mountain. It's true that the movie takes the story in a different direction. The original story doesn't really take it anywhere. Although it seems they travelled around the entire state of Wyoming, they never went back to Brokeback. Maybe it was an unspoken realization that they could never have that again, so why spoil the memory. One thing is very plain, Ennis and Jack never had any control over their lives. Things just happened. This is an underlying theme in all of Proulx's writing. There was even a sense of inevitability when Jack died. It was like it had to happen. Proulx writes with a sense of detachment, just reporting things without any value judgement. I don't know if that is good or bad.