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Rawlins took off his hat and pressed his forearm against his forehead and put the hat back on. He looked at John Grady. She got anything to drink?
Tiene algo que tomar? said John Grady.
Sí, said the girl. She moved to take up her station behind the jars and lifted away the lid. The three riders stood at the counter and looked.
What is that? said Rawlins.
Sidrón, said the girl.
John Grady looked at her. Habla inglés? he said.
Oh no, she said.
What is it? said Rawlins.
Cider.
He looked into the jar. Let's have em, he said. Give us three.
Mande?
Three, said Rawlins. Tres. He held up three fingers.
He got out his billfold. She reached to the shelves behind and got down three tumblers and stood them on the board and took up the dipper and dredged up a thin brown liquid and filled the glasses and Rawlins laid a dollar bill on the counter. It had a hole in it at each end. They reached for the glasses and John Grade nodded at the bill.
He about deadcentered your pocketbook didnt he?
Yeah, said Rawlins.
He lifted up his glass and they drank. Rawlins stood thoughtfully.
I dont know what that shit is, he said. But it tastes pretty good to a cowboy. Let us have three more here.
They set their glasses down and she refilled them. What do we owe? said Rawlins.
She looked at John Grady.
Cuánto, said John Gradv.
Para todo?
Sí.
Uno cincuenta.
How much is that? said Rawlins.
It's about three cents a glass.
Rawlins pushed the bill across the counter. You let your old dad buy, he said.
She made change out of a cigar box under the counter and laid the Mexican coins out on the counter and looked up. Rawlins set his empty glass down and gestured at it and paid for three more glasses and took his change and they took their glasses and walked outside.
They sat in the shade of the pole and brush ramada in front of the place and sipped their drinks and looked out at the desolate stillness of the little crossroads at noon. The mud huts. The dusty agave and the barren gravel hills beyond. A thin blue rivulet of drainwater ran down the clay gully in front of the store and a goat stood in the rutted road looking at the horses.
There aint no electricity here, said Rawlins.
He sipped his drink. He looked out down the road.
I doubt there's ever even been a car in here.
I dont know where it would come from, said John Grady. Rawlins nodded. He held the glass to the light and rolled the cider around and looked at it. You think this here is some sort of cactus juice or what?
I dont know, said John Grady. It's got a little kick to it, dont it?
I think it does.
Better not let that youngn have no more.
I've drunk whiskey, said Blevins. This aint nothin.
Rawlins shook his head. Drinkin cactus juice in old Mexico, he said. What do you reckon they're sayin at home about now?
I reckon they're sayin we're gone, said John Grady.
Rawlins sat with his legs stretched out before him and his boots crossed and his hat over one knee and looked out at the alien land and nodded. We are, aint we? he said.
They watered the horses and loosed the cinches to let them blow and then took the road south such road as it was, riding single file through the dust. In the road were the tracks of cows, javelinas, deer, coyotes. Late afternoon they passed another collection of huts but they rode on. The road was deeply Bullied and it was washed out in the draws and in the draws were cattle dead from an old drought, just the bones of them cloven about with the hard dry blackened hide.
How does this country suit you? said John Grady.
Rawlins leaned and spat but he didnt answer.
In the evening they came to a small estancia and sat the horses at the fence. There were several buildings scattered out behind the house and a pole corral with two horses standing in it. Two little girls in white dresses stood in the yard. They looked at the riders and then turned and ran into the house. A man came out.
Buenas tardes, he said.
He walked out the fence to the gate and motioned them through and showed them where to water their horses. Pásale, he said. Pásale.
They ate by oillight at a small painted pine table. The mud walls about them were hung with old calendars and magazine pictures. On one wall was a framed tin retablo of the Virgin. Under it was a board supported by two wedges driven into the wall and on the board was a small green glass with a blackened candlestub in it. The Americans sat shoulder to shoulder along one side of the table and the two little girls sat on the other side and watched them in a state of breathlessness. The woman ate with her head down and the man joked with them and passed the plates. They ate beans and tortillas and a Chile of goatmeat ladled up out of a clay pot. They drank coffee from enameled tin cups and the man pushed the bowls toward them and gestured elaborately. Deben comer, he said.
He wanted to know about America, thirty miles to the north. He'd seen it once as a boy, across the river at Acuña. He had brothers who worked there. He had an uncle who'd lived some years in Uvalde Texas but he thought he was dead.
Rawlins finished his plate and thanked the woman and John Grady told her what he'd said and she smiled and nodded demurely. Rawlins was showing the two little girls how he could pull his finger off and put it back on again when Blevins crossed his utensils in the plate before him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve and leaned back from the table. There was no back to the bench and Blevins flailed wildly for a moment and then crashed to the floor behind him, kicking the table underneath and rattling the dishes and almost pulling over the bench with Rawlins and John Grady. The two girls stood instantly and clapped their hands and shrieked with delight. Rawlins had gripped the table to save himself and he looked down at the boy lying in the floor. I'll be goddamned, he said. Excuse me mam.
Blevins struggled up, only the man offering to help him.
Está bien? he said.
He's all right, said Rawlins. You caint hurt a fool.
The woman had leaned forward to right a cup, to quiet the children. She could not laugh for the impropriety of it but the brightness in her eves did not escape even Blevins. He climbed over the bench and sat down again.
Are you all ready to go? he whispered.
We aint done eatin, said Rawlins.
He looked around uneasily. I caint set here, he said.
He was sitting with his head lowered and was whispering hoarsely.
Why caint you set there? said Rawlins.
I dont like to be laughed at.
Rawlins looked at the girls. They were sitting again and their eves were wide and serious again. Hell, he said. It's just kids. y I dont like to be laughed at, whispered Blevins.
Both the man and the woman were looking at them with concern.
If you dont like to be laughed at dont fall on your ass, said Rawlins.
You all excuse me, said Blevins.
He climbed out over the bench and picked up his hat and put it on and went out. The man of the house looked worried and he leaned to John Grady and made a whispered inquiry. The two girls sat looking down at their plates.
You think he'll ride on? said Rawlins.
John Grady shrugged. I doubt it.
The householders seemed to be waiting for one of them to get up and go out after him but they did not. They drank their coffee and after a while the woman rose and cleared away the plates.
John Grady found him sitting on the ground like a figure in meditation.
What are you doin? he said.
Nothin.
Why dont you come back inside.
I'm wall right.
They've offered us to spend the night.
Go ahead.
What do you aim to do?