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What do you think? said John Grady.
I think we ought to keep ridin. I'm kindly soured on the citizens in this part of the country.
I think you're right.
They rode on another mile and descended into the arroyo to look for water. They found none. They dismounted and led the horses, the four of them stumbling along into the deepening darkness, Rawlins still carrying the rifle, following the senseless tracks of birds or wild pigs in the sand.
Nightfall found them sitting on their blankets on the ground with the horses staked a few feet away. Just sitting in the dark with no fire, not speaking. After a while Rawlins said: We should of got water from them herders.
We'll find some water in the mornin.
I wish it was mornin.
John Grady didnt answer.
Goddamn junior is goin to piss and moan and carry on all night. I know how he gets.
They probably think we've gone crazy.
Aint we?
You think they caught him?
I dont know.
I'm goin to turn in.
They lay in their blankets on the ground. The horses shifted uneasily in the dark.
I'll say one thing about him, said Rawlins.
Who?
Blevins.
What's that?
The little son of a bitch wouldnt stand still for nobody highjackin his horse.
In the morning they left the horses in the arroyo and climbed up to watch the sun rise and see what the country afforded. It had been cold in the night in the sink and when the sun came up they turned and sat with their backs to it. To the north a thin spire of smoke stood in the windless air.
You reckon that's the sheepcamp? said Rawlins.
We better hope it is.
You want to ride back up there and see if they'll give us some water and some grub?
No.
I dont either.
They watched the country.
Rawlins rose and walked off with the rifle. After a while he came back with some nopal fruit in his hat and poured them out on a flat rock and sat peeling them with his knife.
You want some of these? he said.
John Grady walked over and squatted and got out his own knife. The nopal was still cool from the night and it stained their fingers blood red and they sat peeling the fruit and eating it and spitting the small hard seeds and picking the spines out of their fingers. Rawlins gestured at the countryside. There aint much happenin out there, is there?
John Grady nodded. Biggest problem we got is we could run into them people and not even know it. We never even got a good look at their horses.
Rawlins spat. They got the same problem. They dont know us neither.
They'd know us.
Yeah, said Rawlins. You got a point.
Course we aint got no problem at all next to Blevins. He'd about as well to paint that horse red and go around blowin a horn.
Aint that the truth.
Rawlins wiped the blade of his knife on his trousers and folded it shut. I believe I'm losin ground with these things.
Peculiar thing is, what he says is true. It is his horse.
Well it's somebody's horse.
It damn sure dont belong to them Mexicans.
Yeah. Well he's got no way to prove it.
Rawlins put the knife in his pocket and sat inspecting his hat for nopal stickers. A goodlookin horse is like a goodlookin woman, he said. They're always more trouble than what they're worth. What a man needs is just one that will get the job done.
Where'd you hear that at?
I dont know.
John Grady folded away his knife. Well, he said. There's a lot of country out there.
Yep. Lot of country.
God knows where he's got to.
Rawlins nodded. I'll tell you what you told me.
What's that?
We aint seen the last of his ski
They rode all day upon the broad plain to the south. It was noon before they found water, a silty residue in the floor of an adobe tank. In the evening passing through a saddle in the low hills they jumped a spikehorn buck out of a stand of juniper and Rawlins shucked the rifle backward out of the bootleg scabbard and raised and cocked it and fired. He'd let go the reins and the horse bowed up and hopped sideways and stood trembling and he stepped down and ran to the spot where he'd seen the little buck and it lay dead in its blood on the ground. John Grady rode up leading Rawlins' horse. The buck was shot through the base of the skull and its eyes were just glazing. Rawlins ejected the spent shell and levered in a fresh round and lowered the hammer with his thumb and looked up.
That was a hell of a shot, said John Grady.
That was blind dumb-ass luck is what that was. I just raised up and shot.
Still a hell of a shot.
Let me have your beltknife. If we dont founder on deermeat I'm a chinaman.
They dressed out the deer and hung it in the junipers to cool and they made a foray on the slope for wood. They built a fire and they cut paloverde poles and cut forked uprights to lay them in and Rawlins ski
John Grady walked out and unsaddled the horses and hobbled them and turned them out and came back with his blanket and saddle.
Here you go, he said.
What's that?
Salt.
I wish we had some bread.
How about some fresh corn and potatoes and apple cobbler?
Dont be a ass.
Aint them things done yet?
No. Set down. They wont never get done with you standin there thataway.
They ate the tenderloins one apiece and turned the strips of meat on the poles and lay back and rolled cigarettes.
I've seen them vaqueros worked for Blair cut a yearling heifer so thin you could see through the meat. They'd bone one out damn near in one long sheet. They'd hang the meat on poles all the way around the fire like laundry and if you come up on it at night you wouldnt know what it was. It was like lookin through somethin and seem its heart. They'd turn the meat and mend the fire in the night and you'd see em movin around inside it. You'd wake up in the night and this thing would be settin out there on the prairie in the wind and it would be glowin like a hot stove. Just red as blood.
This here meat's goin to taste like cedar, said John Grady. I know it.
Coyotes were yapping along the ridge to the south. Rawlins leaned and tipped the ash from his cigarette into the fire and leaned back.
You ever think about dyin?
Yeah. Some. You?
Yeah. Some. You think there's a heaven?
Yeah. Dont you?
I dont know. Yeah. Maybe. You think you can believe in heaven if you dont believe in hell?
I guess you can believe what you want to.
Rawlins nodded. You think about all the stuff that can happen to you, he said. There aint no end to it.
You fixin to get religion on us?
No. Just sometimes I wonder if I wouldnt be better off if I did.
You aint fixin to quit me are you?
I said I wouldnt.
John Grady nodded.
You think them guts might draw a lion? said Rawlins.
Could.
You ever seen one?
No. You?
Just that one dead that Julius Ramsey killed with the dogs up on Grape Creek. He climbed up in the tree and knocked it out with a stick for the dogs to fight.
You think he really done that?
Yeah. I think probably he did.
John Grady nodded. He might well could of.
The coyotes yammered and ceased and then began again.
You think God looks out for people? said Rawlins.
Yeah. I guess He does. You?
Yeah. I do. Way the world is. Somebody can wake up and sneeze somewhere in Arkansas or some damn place and before you're done there's wars and ruination and all hell. You dont know what's goin to happen. I'd say He's just about got to. I dont believe we'd make it a day otherwise.