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What were you doin in Ardmore Oklahoma?
Settin pins in a bowlin alley.
How come you wound up there?
There was a show was supposed to come through Uvalde, town of Uvalde, and I'd saved up to go see it but they never showed up because the man that run the show got thowed in jail in Tyler Texas for havin a dirty show. Had this striptease that was part of the deal. I got down there and it said on the poster they was goin to be in Ardmore Oklahoma in two weeks and that's how come me to be in Ardmore Oklahoma.
You went all the way to Oklahoma to see a show?
That's what I'd saved up to do and I meant to do it.
Did you see the show in Ardmore?
N0. They never showed up there neither.
Blevins hauled up one leg of his overalls and turned his leg to the firelight.
Yonder's where that son of a bitch bit me, he said. I'd as soon been bit by a alligator.
What made you set out for Mexico? said Rawlins.
Same reason as you.
What reason is that?
Cause you knowed they'd play hell sowed in oats findin your ass down here.
There aint nobody huntin me.
Blevins rolled down the leg of his overalls and poked at the fire with a stick. I told that son of a bitch I wouldnt take a whippin off of him and I didnt.
Your daddy?
My daddy never come back from the war.
Your stepdaddy?
Yeah.
Rawlins leaned forward and spat into the fire. You didnt shoot him did you?
I would of. He knowed it too.
What was a bulldog doin in a bowlin alley?
I didnt get bit in the bowfin alley. I was workin in the bowfin alley, that's all.
What were you doin that you got dogbit?
Nothin. I wasnt doin nothin.
Rawlins leaned and spat into the fire. Where were you at at the time?
You got a awful lot of goddamned questions. And dont be spittin in the fire where I got supper cookin.
What? said Rawlins.
I said dont be spittin in the fire where I got supper cookin.
Rawlins looked at John Grady. John Grady had started to laugh. He looked at Blevins. Supper? he said. You'll think supper when you try and eat that stringy son of a bitch.
Blevins nodded. You let me know if you dont want your share, he said.
What they dredged smoking out of the ground looked like some desiccated effigy from a tomb. Blevins put it on a flat rock and peeled away the hide and scraped the meat off the bones into their plates and they soaked it down with hotsauce and rolled it in the last of the tortillas. They chewed and watched one another.
Well, said Rawlins. It aint all that bad.
No it aint, said Blevins. Truth is, I didnt know you could eat one at all.
John Grady stopped chewing and looked at them. Then he went on chewing again. You all been out here longer than me, he said. I thought we all started together.
The following day on the track south they began to encounter small ragged caravans of migrant traders headed toward the northern border. Brown and weathered men with burros three or four in tandem atotter with loads of candelilla or furs or goathides or coils of handmade rope fashioned out of lechugilla or the fermented drink called sotol decanted into drums and cans and strapped onto packframes made from treelimbs. They carried water in the skins of hogs or in canvas bags made waterproof with candelilla wax and fitted with cowhorn spigots and some had women and children with them and they would shoulder the packanimals off into the brush and relinquish the road to the caballeros and the riders would wish them a good day and they would smile and nod until they passed.
They tried to buy water from the caravans but they had no coin among them small enough with which to do so. When Rawlins offered a man fifty centavos for the half pe
John Grady turned and sat looking.
Where's he at?
Who knows? Layin back yonder somewheres I reckon.
They rode back, Rawlins leading the riderless horse by the bridlereins. Blevins was sitting in the middle of the road. He still had his hat on. Whoo, he said when he saw them. I'm drunkern shit.
They sat their horses and looked down at him.
Can you ride or not? said Rawlins.
Does a bear shit in the woods? Hell yes I can ride. I was ridin when I fell off.
He stood uncertainly and peered about. He reeled past them and felt his way among the horses. Flank and flew, Rawlins' knee. Thought you all had done rode off and left me, he said.
Next time we will leave your ski
John Grady reached and took the reins and held the horse while Blevins lurched aboard. Let me have them reins, said Blevins. I'm a goddamned buckaroo is what I am.
John Grady shook his head. Blevins dropped the reins and reached to get them and almost slid off down the horse's shoulder. He saved himself and sat up with the reins and pulled the horse around sharply. Certified goddamn broncpeeler, what I mean, he said.
He dug his heels in under the horse and it squatted and went forward and Blevins fell backwards into the road. Rawlins spat in disgust. Just leave the son of a bitch lay there, he said.
Get on the goddamned horse, said John Grady, and quit assin around.
By early evening all the sky to the north had darkened and the spare terrain they trod had turned a neuter gray as far as eye could see. They grouped in the road at the top of a rise and looked back. The storm front towered above them and the wind was cool on their sweating faces. They slumped bleary-eyed in their saddles and looked at one another. Shrouded in the black thunderheads the distant lightning glowed mutely like welding seen through foundry smoke. As if repairs were under way at some flawed place in the iron dark of the world.
It's fixin to come a goodn, said Rawlins.
I caint be out in this, said Blevins.
Rawlins laughed and shook his head. Listen at this, he said. Where do you think you're goin to go? said John Grady.
I dont know. But I got to get somewheres.
Why cant you be out in it?
On account of the lightnin.
Lightnin?
Yeah.
Damn if you dont look about halfway sober all of a sudden, said Rawlins.
You afraid of lightnin? said John Grady.
I'll be struck sure as the world.
Rawlins nodded at the canteen hung by its strap from the pommel of John Grady's saddle. Dont give him no more of that shit. He's comin down with the DT's.
It runs in the family, said Blevins. My grandaddy was killed in a minebucket in West Virginia it run down in the hole a hu