Mac came out and pulled back the chair opposite and sat and dragged the heavy glass ashtray forward from among the bottles of ketchup and hotsauce and laid his cigar in the ashtray and took a sip of the coffee. He nodded toward John Grady’s left hand. John Grady opened his hand, he set the pawns on the board.
I’m white again, said Mac.
Yessir.
He moved his pawn forward.
JC came in and got a cup of coffee from the stove and came to the table and stood.
Set down, said Mac. You’re makin the room untidy.
That’s all right. I aint stayin.
Better set down, said John Grady. He needs all his powers of concentration.
You got that right, said Mac.
JC sat down. Mac studied the board. JC glanced at the pile of white chesspieces at John Grady’s elbow.
Son, you better cut the old man some slack. You might could be replaced with somebody that cowboys better and plays chess worse.
Mac reached and moved his remaining bishop. John Grady moved his knight. Mac took up his cigar and sat puffing quietly.
He moved his queen. John Grady moved his other knight and sat back. Check, he said.
Mac sat studying the board. Damn, he said. After a while he looked up. He turned to JC. You want to play him?
No sir. He’s done made a believer out of me.
I know the feelin. He’s beat me like a rented mule.
He looked at the wallclock and picked up his cigar again and put it in his teeth. I’ll play you one more, he said.
Yessir, said John Grady.
Socorro took off her apron and hung it up and stood at the door.
Goodnight, she said.
Night Socorro.
JC rose from his chair. You all want some more coffee?
They played. When John Grady took the black queen JC pushed back his chair and got up.
I’ve tried to tell you, son. There’s a cold winter comin.
He crossed the kitchen and set his cup in the sink and went to the door.
Night, he said.
Mac sat quietly studying the board. The cigar lay dead in the ashtray.
Night, said John Grady.
He pushed open the door and went out. The screendoor flapped shut. The clock ticked. Mac leaned back. He picked up the cigar stub and then he put it back in the ashtray. I believe I’ll concede, he said.
You could still win.
Mac looked at him. Bullshit, he said.
John Grady shrugged. Mac looked at the clock. He looked at John Grady. Then he leaned and carefully turned the board around. John Grady moved Mac’s remaining black knight.
Mac pursed his lips. He studied the board. He moved.
Five moves later John Grady mated the white king. Mac shook his head. Let’s go to bed, he said.
Yessir.
He began to put away the pieces. Mac pushed back his chair and picked up the cups.
What time did Troy and Billy say they’d be back?
I dont reckon they said.
How come you not to go with em?
I just thought I’d stick around here.
Mac carried the cups to the sink. Did they ask you to go?
Yessir. I dont need to go everwhere they go.
He slid the cover shut on the box and folded the board and rose.
Is Troy fixin to go down there and go to work for his brother?
I dont know sir.
He crossed the room and put the chess set back in the press and closed the door and got his hat.
You dont know or you aint sayin?
I dont know. If I wasnt sayin I’d of said so.
I know you would.
Sir.
Yes.
I feel kind of bad about Delbert.
What do you feel bad about?
Well. I guess I feel like I took his job.
Well you didnt. He’d of been gone anyways.
Yessir.
You let me run the place. All right?
Yessir. Goodnight sir.
Switch on the barnlight yonder.
I can see all right.
You could see better with the light on.
Yessir. Well. It bothers the horses.
Bothers the horses?
Yessir.
He put on his hat and pushed open the door. Mac watched him cross the yard. Then he switched off the kitchen light and turned and crossed the room and went up the hallway. Bothers the horses, he said. Damn.
WHEN HE GOT UP in the morning and went down to Billy’s room to wake him Billy wasnt there. The bed looked slept in and he limped out past the horse stalls and looked across the yard toward the kitchen. Then he went around to the side of the barn where the truck was parked. Billy was sitting in the seat leaning over the steering wheel taking the screws out of the metal sashframe that held the windshield and dropping the screws into the ashtray.
Mornin cowboy, he said.
Mornin. What happened to the windshield?
Owl.
Owl?
Owl.
He took the last screws out and pried up and lifted away the frame and began to pry the edges of the caved-in glass out of the rubber molding with the blade of the screwdriver.
Walk around and push in on this thing from the outside. Wait a minute. There’s some gloves here.
John Grady pulled on the gloves and hobbled around and pushed on the edges of the glass while Billy pried with the screwdriver. They got the glass worked out of the molding along the bottom and one side and then Billy borrowed the gloves and pulled the whole thing out in one piece and lifted it over the steering wheel and laid it in the floor of the truck on the passenger side.