Yeah?
She’s got a sandcrack in that hoof and somebody has filled it in with wax and then put that hoofdressing over it.
He rose and let the filly’s foot down and stroked her shoulder and the three of them stood looking at the filly. The tall man put his hands in his back pockets. He turned and spat. Well, he said.
The man holding the horse toed the ground and looked away.
The old man will shit when he hears this.
Where did you all buy her at?
The man took one hand out of his back pocket and adjusted his hat. He looked at John Grady and he looked at the filly again.
Can I leave her with you? he said.
No sir.
Well let me leave her here till Oren gets back and me and him can talk about it.
I cant do that.
Why not?
I cant do it.
You’re tellin me to load her and get her off the place.
John Grady didnt answer. He didnt take his eyes off the man either.
You can do better than that, the man said.
I dont believe I can.
He looked at the man holding the horse. He looked toward the house and he looked at John Grady again. Then he reached to his hip and took out his wallet and opened it and took out a tendollar bill and folded the bill and put the wallet back and tendered the bill toward the boy. Here, he said. Put that in your pocket and dont tell nobody where you got it.
I dont believe I can do that.
Go on.
No sir.
The man’s face darkened. He stood holding out the bill. Then he stuck it in the pocket of his shirt.
It wouldnt be no skin off your ass.
John Grady didnt answer. The man turned and spat again.
I didnt have nothin to do with doctorin it thataway if that’s what you’re thinkin.
I never said you did.
You wouldnt help a man out though, would you?
Not that way I wouldnt.
The man stood looking at John Grady. He spat once more. He looked at the other man and he looked out across the spread.
Let’s go, Carl, the other man said. Hell.
They walked the horse back across the lot toward the truck and trailer. John Grady stood watching them. They loaded the horse and raised the gate and shut the doors and latched them. The tall man walked around the side of the truck. Hey kid, he called.
Yessir.
You go to hell.
John Grady didnt answer.
You hear me?
Yessir. I hear you.
Then they got in the truck and turned and drove out across the lot and down the drive.
HE DROPPED THE REINS of his horse in the yard at the kitchen door and went in. Socorro was not in the kitchen and he called her and waited and then went back out. As he was mounting the horse she came to the door. She put her hands to her eyes against the sun. Bueno, she said.
A qué hora regresa el Señor Mac?
No sé.
He nodded. She watched him. She asked him what time he would be back and he said by dark.
Espérate, she said.
Está bien.
No. Espérate.
She went in. He sat the horse. The horse stamped at the bare ground and shook its head. All right, he said. We’re goin.
When she came back out she had his lunch done up in a cloth and she handed it up to him at the stirrup. He thanked her and reached behind him and put it in the gamepocket of his duckingjacket and nodded and put the horse forward. She watched him ride to the gate and lean and undo the latch and push the gate open horseback and ride through and turn the horse and close the gate horseback and then set off down the road at a jog with the morning sun on his shoulders, his hat pushed back. Sitting very straight in the saddle. The wrapped and bootless foot at one side, the empty stirrup. The herefords and their calves following along the fence and calling after him.
He rode among the half wild cattle in the Bransford pasture all day and a cold wind blew down from the mountains of New Mexico. The cattle trotted off before him or ran with their tails up over the gravel plains among the creosote and he studied them for culls as they went. He was horsetraining as much as he was sorting cattle and the little blue horse he rode had the cuttinghorse’s contempt for cows and would closeherd them along the crossfence and bite them. John Grady gave him his head and he cut out a big yearling calf and John Grady roped the calf and dallied but the calf didnt go down. The little horse stood spraddlelegged backed into the rope with the calf standing and twisting at the end of it.
What do you want to do now? he asked the horse.
The horse turned and backed. The calf went bucking.
I guess you think I’m goin to get down and flank that big son of a bitch and me on one leg.
He waited until the calf had bucked itself into a clear space among the creosote and then he put the horse forward at a gallop. He paid the slack rope over the horse’s head and overtook the calf on its off side. The calf went trotting. The rope ran from its neck along the ground on the near side and trailed in a curve behind its legs and ran forward up the off side following the horse. John Grady checked his dally and then stood in one stirrup and cleared his other leg of the trailing rope. When the rope snapped taut it jerked the calf’s head backward and snatched its hind legs from under it. The calf turned endwise in the air and slammed to the ground in a cloud of dust and lay there.