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I DONT KNOW THAT law enfort bes all that much from eology.Tools that es into our hands es into theirs too. Not that you go back. Or that youd even want to. We used to have them old Motorola two way radios. Weve had the high-band now for several years. Some things aint ged. on sense aint ged. Ill tell my deputies sometimes to just follow the breadcrumbs. I still like the old Colts. .44-40. If that wont stop him youd better throw the thing down and take off runnin. I like the old Wier model 97. I like it that its got a hammer. I dont like havin to hunt the safety on a gun. Of course some things is worse. That cruiser of mine is seven years old. Its got the 454 in it. You t get that engine no more. I drove one of the new ones. It wouldnt outrun a fatman. I told the man I thought Id stick with what I had. That aint always a good policy. Bu藏书网t it aint always a bad oher.
This other thing I dont know. People will ask me about it ever so often. I t say as I would rule it out altogether. It aint somethin I would like to have to see again. To witness. The ohat really ought to be oh row will never make it. I believe that.
You remember certain things about a thing like that. People didnt know what to wear.
There was one or two e dressed in black, which I suppose was all right. Some of the men e just in their shirtsleeves and that kindly bothered me. I aint sure I could tell you why.
Still they seemed to know what to do and that surprised me. Most of em I know had never been to a execution before. When it was over they pulled this curtain around the gas-chamber with him in there settin slumped over and people just got up and filed out.
Like out of church or somethin. It just seemed peculiar. Well it eculiar. Id have to say it robably the most unusual day I ever spent.
Quite a few people didnt believe in it. Evehat worked on the row. Youd be surprised. Some of em I think had at oime. You see somebody ever day sometimes for years and then one day you walk that man down the hallut him to death.
Well. Thatll take some of the cackle out of just about anybody. I dont care who it is.
And of course some of them boys was not very bright. Chaplain Pickett told me about one he ministered to ae his last meal and hed ordered this dessert, ever what it was. And it e time to go and Pickett he asked him didnt he want his dessert and the old boy told him he was savin it for when he e back. I dont know what to say about that. Pickett didher.
I never had to kill nobody and I am very glad of that fact. Some of the old time sheriffs wouldnt even carry a firearm. A lot of folks find that hard to believe but its a fact. Jim Scarbh never carried ohats the younger Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldnt wear one. Up in anche ty. I always liked to hear about the old timers. Never missed a ce to do so. The old time that the sheriffs had for their people is been watered down some. You t help but feel it. Nigger Hoskins over in Bastrop ty knowed everbodys phone number in the whole ty by heart.
Its a odd thing when you e to think about it. The opportunities for abuse are just about everwhere. Theres no requirements iexas State stitution for bein a sheriff. Not a ohere is no such thing as a ty law. You think about a job where you have pretty much the same authority as God and there is no requirements put upon you and you are charged with preservin ent laws and you tell me if thats peculiar or not. Because I say that it is. Does it work? Yes. y pert of the time. It takes very little to good people. Very little. And bad people t be gover all. Or if they could I never heard of it.
THE BUS PULLED INTO Fort Sto at quarter to nine and Moss stood and got his bag down from the overhead rad picked up the dot case out of the seat and stood looking down at her.
Do on a airplah that thing, she said. Theyll put you uhe jail.
My mama didnt raise no ignorant children.
When are you goin to call me.
Ill call you in a few days.
All right.
You take care.
I got a bad feelin, Llewelyn.
Well, I got a good one. So they ought to bala.
I hope so.
I t call you except from a payphone.
I know it. Call me.
I will. Quit worryin about everthing.
Llewelyn?
What.
Nothin.
What is it.
Nothin. I just wao say it. You take care. Llewelyn? What.
Dont hurt nobody. You hear?
He stood there with the bag slung across his shoulder. I aint makin no promises, he said.
Thats how you get hurt.
BELL HAD RAISED the first forkful of his supper to his mouth when the ph.
He lowered it again. Shed started to push her chair back but he wiped his mouth with his napkin and rose. Ill get it, he said.
All right.
How the hell do they know when youre eatin? We never eat this late.
Dont be cussin, she said.
He picked up the phone. Sheriff Bell, he said.
He listened for a while. Then he said: Im goin to finish my supper. Ill meet you there in about forty minutes. Just leave the lights on on your unit.
He hung up the phone and came back to his chair and sat and picked up the napkin and put it in his lap and picked up his fork. Somebody called in a car afire, he said. Just this side of Lozier yon.
What do you make of that?
He shook his head.
He ate. He drank the last of his coffee. e go with me, he said.
Let me get my coat.
They pulled off the road at the gate and drove over the cattleguard and pulled up behind Wendells unit. Wendell walked bad Bell rolled down the window.
Its about a half mile down, Wendell said. Just follow me.
I see it.
Yessir. It was goin real good here about a ho. The people that called it i from the road.
They parked a little way off and got out and stood looking at it. You could feel the heat on your face. Bell came around and opehe door and took his wifes hand. She got out and stood with her arms folded in front of her. There ickup truck parked a ways down and two men were standing there in the dull red glare. They nodded ea turn and said Sheriff.
We could ht weeners, she said.
Yeah. Marshmallers.
You wouldnt think a car would burn like that.
No, you wouldnt. Did you all see anything?
No sir. Just the fire.
Didnt pass nobody or nothin?
No sir.
Does that look to you like about a 77 Ford, Wendell?
It could be.
Id say it is.
Was that what the old boy was drivin?
Yeah. Dallas plates.
It wasnt his day, was it Sheriff.
It surely wasnt.
Why do you re they set fire to it?
I dont know.
Weurned and spat. Wasnt what the old boy had in mind when he left Dallas I dont re, was it?
Bell shook his head. No, he said. Id g<bdi></bdi>uess it was about the farthest thing from his mind.
In the m whe to the office the phone was ringing. Torbert wasnt back yet.
He finally called at hirty and Bell sent Weo get him. The with his feet on the desk staring at his boots. He sat that way for some time. Then he picked up the mobile and called Wendell.
Where you at?
Just past Sanderson yon.
Turn around and e back.
All right. What about Torbert?
Call him and tell him to just set tight. Ill e get him this afternoon.
Yessir.
Go to the house ahe keys to the truck from Loretta and hook up the horsetrailer.
Saddle my horse and Lorettas and load and Ill see you out there in about a hour.
Yessir.
He hung up the speaker and got up a down to che the jail.
They drove through the gate and closed it again and drove down along the fence about a hundred feet and parked. Wendell unlatched the trailer doors ahe horses out. Bell took the reins of his wifes horse. You ride Winston, he said.
You sure?
Oh Im more than sure. Anything happens to Lorettas horse I tell yht now you damn sure dont want to be the party that was aboard him.
He handed Wendell one of the lever a rifles hed brought and<s></s> swung up into the saddle and pulled his hat down. You ready? he said.
They rode side by side. Weve drove all through their tracks but you still see what it was, Bell said. Big offroad tires.
When they got to the car it was just a blaed hulk.
You were right about the plates, Wendell said.
I lied about the tires though.
Hows that.
I said theyd still be burnin.
The car sat in what looked like four puddles of tar, the wheels ed in blaed skeins of wire. They rode on. Bell poi the ground from time to time. You tell the day tracks from the night ones, he said. They were drivin out here with no lights.
See there how crooked the track is? Like you just see far enough ahead to duck the brush in front of you. Or you might leave some paint on a rock like that right yonder.
In a sandwash he got down and walked up and bad then looked away toward the south. Its the same tire tread in back as was goin down. Made about the same time.
You see the stripes real clear. Which way theyre a goin. Theys two or more trips each way, Id say.
Wendell sat his horse, his hands crossed on the big roping pommel. He leaned and spat.
He looked off to the south with the sheriff. What do you re it is were fixin to find down here?
I dont know, Bell said. He put his foot iirrup and stood easily up into the saddle and put the little horse forward. I dont know, he said again. But I t say as Im much lookin forward to it.
When they reached Mosss truck the sheriff sat and studied it and then rode slowly around it. Both doors were open.
Somebodys pried the iion plate off the door, he said.
The numbers is on the frame.
Yeah. I dont think thats why they took it.
I know that truck.
I do too.
Wendell leaned and patted the horse on the neck. The boys name is Moss.
Yep.
Bell rode back around the rear of the trud turhe horse to the south and looked at Wendell. You know where he lives at?
No sir.
Hes married, aint he.
I believe he is.
The sheriff sat looking at the truck. I was just thinkin itd be a curious thing if he was missin two or three days and nobody said nothin about it.
Pretty curious.
Bell looked down toward the caldera. I thi some real mischief here.
I hear you, Sheriff.
You think this boys a doperunner?
I dont know. I wouldnt of thought it.
I wouldher. Lets go down here and look at the rest of this mess.
They rode down into the caldera carrying the Wiers upright before them in the saddlebow. I hope this boy aint dead down here, Bell said. He seemed a det enough boy the time or two I seen him. Pretty wife too.
They rode past the bodies on the ground and stopped and got down and dropped the reins. The horses stepped nervously.
Lets take the horses out yonder a ways, Bell said. They doo see this.
Yessir.
When he came back Bell handed him two billfolds hed taken from the bodies. He looked toward the trucks.
These two aint been dead all that long, he said.
Where they from?
Dallas.
He handed Wendell a pistol hed picked up and then he squatted and leaned on the rifle he was carrying. These two is beeed, he said. One of their own, Id say. Old boy never even got the safety off that pistol. Both of em shot between the eyes.
The othern didnt have a gun?
Killer could of took it. Or he might not of had one.
Bad way to go to a gunfight.
Bad way.
They walked among the trucks. These sumbitches are bloody as hogs, Wendell said.
Bell gla him.
Yeah, Wendell said. I guess you ought to be careful about cussin the dead.
I would say at the least there probably aint no lu it.
Its just a bunexi drugrunners.
They were. They aint now.
I aint sure what youre sayin.
Im just sayin that whatever they were the only thing they are now is dead.
Ill have to sleep on that.
The sheriff tilted forward the Bronco seat and looked in the rear. He wet his finger and pressed it to the carpet and held his fio the light. Thats been some of that old mexi brown dope in the back of this rig.
Long gone now though, aint it.
Long gone.
Wendell squatted and studied the ground uhe door. It looks like theres some more here on the ground. Could be that somebody cut into one of the packages. See what was inside.
Could of been che the quality. Gettin ready to trade.
They didnt trade. They shot each other.
Bell nodded.
There might not of even been no money.
Thats possible.
But you dont believe it.
Bell thought about it. No, he said. Probably I dont.
There was a seix-up out here.
Yes, Bell said. At least that.
He rose and pushed the seat back. This good citizens been shot between the eyes too.
Yep.
They walked around the truck. Bell pointed.
Thats been a maegun, them straight runs yonder.
Id say it has. So where do you re the driver got to?
Its probably one of them layin in the grass yonder.
Bell had taken out his kerchief and he held it across his nose and reached in and picked up a number of brass shell-gs out of the floor and looked at the numbers stamped in the base.
What calibers you got there, Sheriff?
Nine millimeter. A couple of .45 ACPs.
He dropped the shells bato the floor and stepped bad picked up his rifle from where hed lea against the vehicle. Somebodys unloaded on this thing with a shotgun by the look of it.
You think them holes are big enough?
I dont think theyre double ought. More likely number four buck.
More buck for your bang.
You could put it that way. You want to out a alley thats a pretty good way to go.
Wendell looked over the caldera. Well, he said. Somebodys walked away from here.
Id say they have.
How e do you re the coyotes aint been at them?
Bell shook his head. I dont know, he said. Supposedly they wo a Mexi.
Them over yonder aint Mexi.
Well, thats true.
It must of sounded like Vietnam out here.
Vietnam, the sheriff said.
They walked out betweerucks. Bell picked up a few more gs and looked at them and dropped them again. He picked up a blue plastic speedloader. He stood and looked over the se. Ill tell you what, he said.
Tell me.
It dont much stand to reason that the last man never even got hit.
I would agree with that.
Why do the horses and just ride up here a ways and look around. Maybe cut fn a little.
We do that.
you tell me what they wanted with a dog out here?
I got no idea.
When they found the dead man in the rocks a mile to the northeast Bell just sat his wifes horse. He sat there for a long time.
What are you thinkin, Sheriff?
The sheriff shook his head. He got down and walked over to where the dead man lay slumped. He walked over the ground, the rifle yoked across his shoulders. He squatted and studied the grass.
We got another execution here Sheriff?
No, I believe this ones died of natural causes.
Natural causes?
Natural to the line of work hes in.
He aint got a gun.
No.
Wendell leaned and spat. Somebodys been here before us.
Id say so.
You think he a the money?
Id say theres a good ce of it.
So we still aint found the last man, have we?
Bell didnt answer. He rose and stood looking out over the try.
Its a mess, aint it Sheriff?
If it aint itll do till a mess gets here.
They rode back across the upper end of the caldera. They sat the horses and looked down at Mosss truck.
So where do you think this good old boy is at? Wendell said.
I do not know.
I would take it his whereabouts is pretty high on your worklist.
The sheriff nodded. Pretty high, he said.
They drove back to town and the sheriff sent Wendell on to the house with the trud the horses.
You be sure and rap o door and thank Loretta.
I will. I got to give her the keys anyways.
The ty dont pay her to use her horse.
I hear you.
He called Torbert on the mobile phone. Im in to get you, he said. Just set tight.
When he pulled up in front of Lamars office the police tape was still strung across the courthouse lawn. Torbert was sitting oeps. He got up and walked out to the car.
You all right? Bell said.
Yessir.
Wheres Sheriff Lamar?
Hes out on a call.
They drove out toward the highway. Bell told the deputy about the caldera. Torbert listened in silence. He rode looking out the window. After a while he said: I got the report from Austin.
What do they say.
Not much of anything.
What was he shot with?
They dont know.
They dont know?
No sir.
How they not know? There wasnt wound.
Yessir. They freely admitted that.
Freely admitted?
Yessir.
Well what the hell did they say, Torbert?
They said that he had what looked to be a large caliber bullet wound in the forehead and that said wound had peed to a distance of approximately two and a half ihrough the skull and into the frontal lobe of the brain but that there was not no bullet to be found.
Said wound.
Yessir.
Bell pulled out onto the iate. He drummed his fingers oeering wheel. He looked at his deputy.
What youre sayin dont make no seorbert.
I told em that.
To which they responded?
They didnt respond nothin. Theyre sendin the report FedEx. X-rays ahing. They said youd have it in your office by in the mornin.
They rode along in silence. After a while Torbert said: This whole thing is just hell in spectacles, aint it Sheriff.
Yes it is.
How many bodies is it altogether?
Good question. I aint sure I even ted. Eight. h Deputy Haskins.
Torbert studied the try out there. The shadows long on the road. Who the hell are these people? he said.
I dont know. I used to say they were the same ones weve always had to deal with. Same ones my grandaddy had to deal with. Back then they was rustlin cattle. Now theyre runnin dope. But I dont know as thats true no more. Im like you. I aint sure weve seen these people before. Their kind. I dont know what to do about em even. If you killed em all theyd have to build a annex on to hell.
Chigurh pulled in to the Desert Aire shortly before noon and parked just below Mosss trailer and shut off the engine. He got out and walked across the raw dirt yard and climbed the steps and tapped at the aluminum door. He waited. Theapped again.
He turned and stood with his back to the trailer and studied the little park. Nothing moved. Not a dog. He turned and put his wrist to the doorlod shot out the lock der with the cobalt steel plunger of the cattlegun and opehe door a in and shut the door behind him.
He stood, the deputys revolver in his hand. He looked i. He walked back into the bedroom. He walked through the bedroom and pushed opehroom door a into the sed bedroom. Clothes on the floor. The closet door open. He opehe top dresser drawer and closed it agai the gun ba his belt and pulled his shirt over it and walked back out to the kit.
He opehe refrigerator and took out a carton of milk and ope and smelled it and drank. He stood there holding the carton in one hand and looking out the window.
He drank again and the the carton ba the refrigerator and shut the door.
He went into the livingroom and sat on the sofa.<mark></mark> There erfectly good twenty-one inch television oable. He looked at himself in the dead gray s.
He rose and got the mail off the floor and sat back down ahrough it. He folded three of the envelopes and put them in his shirtpocket and then rose a out.
He drove doarked in front of the offid went in. Yessir, the woman said.
Im looking for Llewelyn Moss.
She studied him. Did you go up to his trailer?
Yes I did.
Well Id say hes at work. Did you want to leave a message?
Where does he work?
Sir I aint at liberty to give out no information about our residents.
Chigurh looked around at the little plywood office. He looked at the woman.
Where does he work.
Sir?
I said where does he work.
Did you not hear me? We t give out no information.
A toilet flushed somewhere. A doorlatch clicked. Chigurh looked at the woman again.
Then he went out and got in the Ramcharger a.
He pulled in at the cafe and took the envelopes out of his shirtpocket and unfolded them and opehem ahe letters inside. He opehe phone bill and looked at the charges. There were calls to Del Rio and to Odessa.
He went in and got some ge ao the payphone and dialed the Del Rio number but there was no answer. He called the Odessa number and a woman answered and he asked for Llewelyn. The woman said he wasnt there.
I tried to reach him in Sanderson but I dont believe hes there anymore.
There was a silehen the woman said: I dont know where hes at. Who is this?
Chigurh hung up the phone a over to the ter and sat down and ordered a cup of coffee. Has Llewelyn been in? he said.
When he pulled up in front of the garage there were two men sitting with their backs to the wall of the buildiing their lunches. He went in. There was a man at the desk drinking coffee and listening to the radio. Yessir, he said.
I was looking for Llewelyn.
He aint here.
What time do you expect him?
I dont know. He aint called in or nothin so yuess is as good as mine. He leaned his head slightly. As if hed get another look at Chigurh. Is there somethin I help you with?
I dont think so.
Outside he stood on the broken oilstained pavement. He looked at the two men sitting at the end of the building.
Do you know where Llewelyn is?
They shook their heads. Chigurh got into the Ramcharger and pulled out a back toward town.
The bus pulled into Del Rio in the early afternoon and Moss got his bags and climbed down. He walked down to the cab-stand and opehe rear door of the cab parked there and got in. Take me to a motel, he said.
The driver looked at him in the mirror. You got one in mind?
No. Just someplace cheap.
They drove out to a place called the Trail Motel and Moss got out with his bag and the dot case and paid the driver a into the office. A woman was sitting watg television. She got up a around behind the desk.
Do you have a room?
I got more than one. How many nights?
I dont know.
We got a weekly rate is the reason I ask. Thirty-five dollars plus a dollar seventy-five tax. Thirty-six seventy-five.
Thirty-six seventy-five.
Yessir.
For the week.
Yessir. For the week.
Is that your best rate?
Yessir. Theres not no dists on the weekly rate.
Well lets just take it one day at a time.
Yessir.
He got the key and walked down to the room a in and shut the door ahe bags on the bed. He closed the curtains and stood looking out through them at the squalid little court. Dead quiet. He fastehe on the door and sat on the bed. He unzipped the duffel bag and took out the maepistol and laid it on the bedspread and lay down beside it.
When he woke it was late afternoon. He lay there looking at the stained asbestos ceiling.
He sat up and pulled off his boots and socks and examihe bandages on his heels.
He went into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror aook off his shirt and examihe back of his arm. It was discolored from shoulder to elbow. He walked bato the room and sat on the bed again. He looked at the gun lying there. After a while he climbed up onto the cheap wooden desk and with the blade of his pocketknife set to unscrewing the airduct grille, putting the screws in his mouth one by ohen he pulled the grille loose and laid it on the desk and stood on his toes and looked into the duct.
He cut a length from the Veian blind cord at the window and tied the end of the cord to the case. Then he unlatched the case and ted out a thousand dollars and folded the money and put it in his pocket and shut the case and faste and fastehe straps.
He got the clothes pole out of the closet, sliding the wire hangers off onto the floor, and stood on the dresser again and pushed the case down the duct as far as he could reach. It was a tight fit. He took the pole and pushed it again until he could just reach the end of the rope. He put the grille back with its rack of dust and fastehe screws and climbed down a into the bathroom and took a shower. When he came out he lay on the bed in his shorts and pulled the ille spread over himself and over the submaegun at his side. He pushed the safety off. Then he went to sleep.
When he woke it was dark. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat listening.
He rose and walked to the windoulled the curtain back slightly and looked out.
Deep shadows. Silenothing.
He got dressed and put the gun uhe mattress with the safety still off and smoothed down the dustskirt and sat on the bed and picked up the phone and called a cab.
He had to pay the driver ara ten dollars to take him across the bridge to Ciudad Acu?a. He walked the streets, looking into the shopwindows. The evening was soft and warm and itle alameda grackles were settling irees and calling to one another. He went into a boot shop and looked at the exotics — crocodile and ostrid elephant — but the quality of the boots was nothing like the Larry Mahans that he wore.
He went into a farmacia and bought a tin of bandages and sat in the park and patched his raw feet. His socks were already bloody. At the er a cabdriver asked him if he wao go see the girls and Moss held up his hand for him to see the ring he wore and kept on walking.
He ate in a restaurant with white tablecloths and waiters in white jackets. He ordered a glass of red wine and a porterhouse steak. It was early and the restaurant was empty save for him. He sipped the wine and wheeak came he cut into it and chewed slowly and thought about his life.
He got back to the motel a little after ten and sat in the cab with the motor running while he ted out money for the fare. He hahe bills across the seat aarted to get out but he didnt. He sat there with his hand on the doorhandle. Drive me around to the side, he said.
The driver put the shifter in gear. What room? he said.
Just drive me around. I want to see if somebodys here.
They drove slowly past his room. There in the curtains he retty sure he hadhere. Hard to tell. Not that hard. The cab tolled slowly past. No cars i that hadhere. Keep going, he said.
The driver looked at him in the mirror.
Keep going, said Moss. Dont stop.
I dont want to get in some kind of a jackpot here, buddy.
Just keep going.
Why dont I let you out here and we wont argue about it.
I want you to take me to another motel.
Lets just call it square.
Moss leaned forward and held a hundred dollar bill across the seat. Youre already in a jackpot, he said. Im tryin to get you out of it. Now take me to a motel.
The driver took the bill and tucked it into his shirtpocket and turned out of the lot and into the street.
He spent the night at the Ramada Inn out on the highway and in the m he went down and ate breakfast in the diningroom ahe paper. Then he just sat there.
They wouldnt be in the room when the maids came to it.
Checkout time is eleven oclock.
They could have found the money a.
Except of course that there were probably at least two parties looking for him and whichever ohis was it wasnt the other and the other wasnt going away either.
By the time he got up he khat he robably going to have to kill somebody. He just didnt know who it was.
He took a cab a into town a into a sp goods store and bought a twelve gauge Wier pump gun and a box of double ought buckshot shells. The box of shells tained almost exactly the firepower of a claymore mine. He had them the gun and he left with it under his arm and walked up Pe Street to a hardware store.
There he bought a hacksaw and a flat millfile and some miscellaneous items. A pair of pliers and a pair of sidecutters. A screwdriver. Flashlight. A roll of duct tape.
He stood on the sidewalk with his purchases. Theurned and walked back dowreet.
In the sp goods stain he asked the same clerk if he had any aluminum tentpoles. He tried to explain that he didnt care what kind of tent it was, he just he poles.
The clerk studied him. Whatever kind of tent it is, he said, wed still have to special order poles for it. You o get the manufacturer and the model number.
You sell tents, right?
We got three different models.
Whie has got the most poles in it?
Well, I guess that would be our ten foot walltent. You stand up in it. Well, some people could stand up in it. Its got a six foot cleara the ridge.
Let me have one.
Yessir.
He brought the tent from the sto and laid it on the ter. It came in an e nylon bag. Moss laid the shotgun and the bag of hardware on the ter and uhe strings and pulled the tent from the bag together with the poles and cords.
Its all there, the clerk said.
What do I owe you.
Its oy-nine plus tax.
He laid two of the hundred dollar bills on the ter. The tentpoles were in a separate bag and he pulled this out and put it with his other things. The clerk gave him his ge and the receipt and Moss gathered up the shotgun and his hardurchases together with the tentpoles and thanked him and turned a. What about the tent?
the clerk called.
In the room he uned the shotgun and wedged it in an open drawer and held it and sawed the barrel off just in front of the magazine. He squared up the cut with the file and smoothed it and wiped out the muzzle of the barrel with a damp facecloth a aside. Then he sawed off the sto a lihat left it with a pistol grip and sat on the bed and dressed the grip smooth with the file. When he had it the way he wa he slid the forearm bad slid it fain ahe hammer down with his thumb and tur sideways and looked at it. It looked pretty good. He tur over and opehe box of shells ahe heavy waxed loads into the magazine one by one.
He jacked the slide bad chambered a shell and lowered the hammer and then put one more round in the magazine and laid the gun across his lap. It was less than two feet long.
He called the Trail Motel and told the woman to hold his room for him. Then he shoved the gun and the shells and the tools uhe mattress a out again.
He went to Wal-Mart and bought some clothes and a small nylon zipper bag to put them in. A pair of jeans and a couple of shirts and some socks. Iernoon he went for a long walk out along the lake, taking the cut-off gunbarrel and the stock with him in the bag. He slung the barrel out into the water as far as he could throw it and he buried the stoder a ledge of shale. There were deer moving away through the desert scrub. He heard them snort and he could see them where they came out on a ridge a hundred yards away to stand looking back at him. He sat on a gravel beach with the empty bag folded in his lap and watched the su. Watched the land turn blue and cold. An osprey went down the lake. Then there was just the darkness.
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