All the Pretty Horses(87)
When he turned the old man was still standing there. John Grady told him to go home. The old man looked at the captain.
No lo mire a él, said John Grady. Te lo digo yo. Ándale.
The old man seized his hand and was about to kiss it when John Grady snatched it away.
Get the hell out of here, he said. Dont be lookin at him. Go on.
The old man hobbled off toward the gate and unlatched it and stepped out into the street and turned and shut the gate again and was gone.
When he and the captain went up the street John Grady was riding the horse with the pistols stuck in his belt and his jacket over them. His hands were handcuffed before him and the captain was leading the horse. They turned down the street to the blue house where the charro lived and the captain knocked at his door. A woman came to the door and looked at the captain and went back down the zaguán and after a while the charro came to the door and nodded and stood picking his teeth. He looked at John Grady and he looked at the captain. Then he looked at John Grady again.
Tenemos un problema, said the captain.
He sucked on the toothpick. He hadnt seen the pistol in John Grady’s belt and he was having trouble understanding the captain’s demeanor.
Ven aquí, said John Grady. Cierra la puerta.
When the charro looked up into the pistolbarrel John Grady could see the gears meshing in his head and everything turning and falling into place. He reached behind him and pulled the door shut. He looked up at the rider. The sun was in his eyes and he stepped slightly to one side and looked up again.
Quiero mi caballo, said John Grady.
He looked at the captain. The captain shrugged. He looked up at the rider again and his eyes started to cut away to the right and then he looked down. John Grady looked off across the ocotillo fence where from horseback he could see some mud sheds and the rusted tin roof of a larger building. He swung down from the horse, the handcuffs dangling from one wrist.
Vámonos, he said.
Rawlins’ horse was in a mud barn in the lot behind the house. He spoke to it and it lifted its head at his voice and nickered at him. He told the charro to get a bridle and he stood holding the pistol while the charro bridled the horse and then he took the reins from him. He asked him where the other horses were. The charro swallowed and looked at the captain. John Grady reached and got the captain by the collar and put the pistol to the captain’s head and he told the charro that if he looked at the captain again he would shoot him. He stood looking down. John Grady told him that he had no more patience and no more time and that the captain was a dead man anyway but that he could still save himself. He told them that Blevins was his brother and he’d taken a bloodoath not to return to his father without the captain’s head and he said that if he failed there were more brothers each waiting his turn. The charro lost control of his eyes and looked at the captain anyway and then he closed his eyes and turned away and clutched the top of his thin head with one hand. But John Grady was watching the captain and he saw doubt cloud his face for the first time. The captain started to speak to the charro but he pulled him around by the collar with the pistol against his head and told him that if he spoke again he would shoot him where he stood.
Tú, he said. Dónde están los otros caballos.
The charro stood looking out down the barn bay. He looked like an extra in a stageplay reciting his only lines.
En la hacienda de Don Rafael, he said.
They rode out through the town with the captain and the charro doubled on Rawlins’ horse bareback and John Grady riding behind them with his hands manacled as before. He carried a spare bridle slung over one shoulder. They rode dead through the center of town. Old women out sweeping the mud street in the early morning air stood and watched them go.
It was some ten kilometers to the hacienda so spoken and they reached it midmorning and rode through the open gate and on past the house toward the stables at the rear attended by dogs who pranced and barked and ran before the horses.
At the corral John Grady halted and removed the cuffs and put them in his pocket and drew the pistol from his belt. Then he dismounted and opened the gate and waved them through.
He led the grullo through and closed the gate and ordered them off the horse and gestured toward the stable with the pistol.
The building was new and built of adobe brick and had a high tin roof. The doors at the far end were closed and the stalls were shuttered and there was little light in the bay. He pushed the captain and the charro ahead of him at gunpoint. He could hear horses snuffing in the stalls and he could hear pigeons cooing somewhere in the loft overhead.
Redbo, he called.
The horse nickered at him from the far end of the stable.