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Rawlins when he saw him seemed too dismayed to speak.
He's lost his clothes, said John Grady.
Rawlins turned his horse and set off slowly down the road. They followed. No one spoke. After a while John Grady heard something drop into the road and he looked back and saw Blevins' boot lying there. He turned and looked at Blevins but Blevins was peering steadily ahead from under the brim of his hat and they rode on. The horses stepped archly among the shadows that fell over the road, the bracken steamed. Bye and bye they passed a stand of roadside cholla against which small birds had been driven by the storm and there impaled. Gray nameless birds espaliered in attitudes of stillborn flight or hanging loosely in their feathers. Some of them were still alive and they twisted on their spines as the horses passed and raised their heads and cried out but the horsemen rode on. The sun rose up in the sky and the country took on new color, green fire in the acacia and paloverde and green in the roadside run-off grass and fire in the ocotillo. As if the rain were electric, had grounded circuits that the electric might be.
So mounted they rode at noon into a waxcamp pitched in the broken footlands beneath the low stone mesa ru
Buenos días, said John Grady. They responded in a quick dull chorus. He dismounted and they looked at the spot where he stood and looked at each other and then went on eating.
Tienen algo que comer?
One or two of them gestured toward the fire with their spoons. When Blevins slid from the horse they looked at each other again.
The riders got their plates and utensils out of the saddlebags and John Grady got the little enameled pot out of the blackened cookbag and handed it to Blevins together with his old woodenhandled kitchen fork. They went to the fire and filled their plates with beans and Chile and took each a couple of blackened corn tortillas from a piece of sheetiron laid over the fire and walked over and sat under the willows a little apart from the workers. Blevins sat with his bare legs stretched out before him but they looked so white and exposed lying there on the ground that he seemed ashamed and he tried to tuck them up under him and to cover his knees with the tails of the borrowed shirt he wore. They ate. The workers had for the most part finished their meal and they were leaning back smoking cigarettes and belching quietly.
You goin to ask em about my horse? said Blevins.
John Grady chewed thoughtfully. Well, he said. If it's here they ought to be able to figure out it belongs to us.
You think they'd steal it?
You aint never goin to get that horse back, said Rawlins. We hit a town down here somewheres you better see if you can trade that pistol for some clothes and a bus ticket back to wherever it is you come from. If there are buses. Your buddy yonder might be willin to haul your ass all over Mexico but I damn sure aint.
I aint got the pistol, said Blevins. It's with the horse.
Shit, said Rawlins.
Blevins ate. After a while he looked up. What'd I ever do to you? he said.
You aint done nothin to me. And you aint goin to. That's the point.
Leave him be, Lacey. It aint goin to hurt us to try and help the boy get his horse back.
I'm just tellin him the facts, said Rawlins.
He knows the facts.
He dont act like it.
John Grady wiped his plate with the last of the tortilla and ate the tortilla and set the plate on the ground and commenced to roll a cigarette.
I'm goddamned starved, said Rawlins. You reckon they'd care if we went back for seconds?
They wont care, said Blevins. Go ahead.
Who asked you? said Rawlins.
John Grady started to reach in his pocket for a match and then he rose and walked over to the workers and squatted and asked for a light. Two of them produced esclarajos from their clothes and one struck him a light and he leaned and lit the cigarette and nodded. He asked about the boiler and the loads of candelilla still tied on the burros and the workers told them about the wax and one of them rose and walked off and came back with a small gray cake of it and handed it to him. It looked like a bar of laundrysoap. He scraped it with his fingernail and sniffed it. He held it up and looked at it.
Qué vale? he said.
They shrugged.
Es mucho trabajo, he said.
Bastante.
A thin man in a stained leather vest with embroidery on the front was watching John Grady with narrowed and speculative eyes. John Grady handed back the wax and this man hissed at him and jerked his head.
John Grady turned.
Es su hermano, el rubio?
He meant Blevins. John Grady shook his head. No, he said. Quíen es? said the man.
He looked across the clearing. The cook had given Blevins some lard and he sat rubbing it into his sunburned legs.
Up muchacho, no más, he said.
Algún parentesco?
No.
Un amigo.
John Grady drew on the cigarette and tapped the ash against the heel of his boot. Nada, he said.
No one spoke. The man in the vest studied John Grady and he looked across the clearing at Blevins. Then he asked John Grady if he wished to sell the boy.
He didnt answer for a moment. The man may have thought he was weighing the matter. They waited. He looked up. No, he said.
Qué vale? said the man.
John Grady stubbed out the cigarette against the sole of his boot and rose.
Gracias por su hospitalidad, he said.
The man offered that he would trade for him in wax. The others had turned to listen to him. Now they turned and looked at John Grady.
John Grady studied them. They did not look evil but it was no comfort to him. He turned and crossed the clearing toward the standing horses. Blevins and Rawlins rose.
What did they say? said Blevins.
Nothing.
Did you ask them about my horse?
No.
Why not?
They dont have your horse.
What was that guy talkin about?
Nothing. Get the plates. Let's go.
Rawlins looked across the clearing at the seated men. He took up the trailing reins and swung up into the saddle.
What's happened, bud? he said.
John Grady mounted and turned the horse. He looked back at the men and he looked at Blevins. Blevins stood with the plates.
What was he lookin at me for? he said.
Put them in the bag and get your ass up here.
They aint washed.
Do like I told you.
Some of the men had risen. Blevins stuffed the plates into the bag and John Grady reached down and swung him up onto the horse behind him.
He pulled the horse around and they rode out of the camp and into the road south. Rawlins looked back and put his horse into a trot and John Grady came up and they rode side by side down the narrow rutted track. No one spoke. When they were clear of the camp a mile or so Blevins asked what it was that the man in the vest had wanted but John Grady didnt answer. When Blevins asked again Rawlins looked back at him.