When he got to the kitchen Socorro was on the phone in her robe. She gestured wildly at Billy. Sí, sí, she said. Sí, joven. Espérate.
HE WOKE COLD and sweating and raging with thirst. He knew that it was the new day because he was in agony. When he moved the crusted blood in his clothes cracked about him like ice. Then he heard Billy’s voice.
Bud, he said. Bud.
He opened his eyes. Billy was kneeling over him. Behind him the boy was holding back the cloth and outside the world was cold and gray. Billy turned to the boy. Ándale, he said. Rápido. Rápido.
The curtain fell. Billy struck a match and held it. You daggone fool, he said. You daggone fool.
He reached down the stub of a candle in its saucer from the shelf nailed to the crate and lit the candle and held it close. Aw shit, he said. You daggone fool. Can you walk?
Dont move me.
I got to.
You couldnt get me across the border noway.
The hell I cant.
He killed her, bud. The son of a bitch killed her.
I know.
The police are huntin me.
JC’s bringin the truck. We’ll run the goddamn gate if we have to.
Dont move me, bud. I aint goin.
The hell you aint.
I cant make it. I thought there for a while I could. But I cant.
Just take it easy now. I aint listenin to that shit. Hell, I’ve had worse scratches than that on my eyeball.
I’m cut all to pieces Billy.
We’ll get you back. Dont quit on me now, goddamn it.
Billy. Listen. It’s all right. I know I aint goin to make it.
I done told you.
No. Listen. Whew. You dont know what I’d give for a cool drink of water.
I’ll get it.
He started to set the candle by but John Grady took hold of his arm. Dont go, he said. Maybe when the boy gets back.
All right.
He said it wouldnt hurt. The lyin son of a bitch. Whew. It’s gettin daylight, aint it?
Yeah.
I seen her, bud. They had her laid out and it didnt look like her but it was. They found her in the river. He cut her throat, bud.
I know.
I just wanted him. Bud, I wanted him.
You should of told me. You didnt have no business comin down here by yourself.
I just wanted him.
Just take it easy. They’ll be here directly. You just hang on.
It’s okay. Hurts like a sumbitch, Billy. Whew. It’s okay.
You want me to get that water?
No. Stay here. She was so goddamned pretty, bud.
Yes she was.
I worried about her all day. You know we talked about where people go when they die. I just believe you go someplace and I seen her layin there and I thought maybe she wouldnt go to heaven because, you know, I thought she wouldnt and I thought about God forgivin people and I thought about if I could ask God to forgive me for killin that son of a bitch because you and me both know I aint sorry for it and I reckon this sounds ignorant but I didnt want to be forgiven if she wasnt. I didnt want to do or be nothin that she wasnt like goin to heaven or anything like that. I know that sounds crazy. Bud when I seen her layin there I didnt care to live no more. I knew my life was over. It come almost as a relief to me.
Hush now. They aint nothin over.
She wanted to do the right thing. That’s got to count for somethin dont it? It did with me.
It does with me too.
There’s a pawnshop ticket in the top of my footlocker. If you wanted to you could get my gun out and keep it.
We’ll get it out.
There’s thirty dollars owin on it. There’s some money in there too. In a brown envelope.
Dont worry about nothin now. Just take it easy.
Mac’s ring is in that little tin box. You see he gets it back. Whew. Like a sumbitch, bud.
You just hang on.
We got the little house lookin good, didnt we?
Yes we did.
You reckon you could keep that pup and kindly look after him?
You’ll be there. Dont you worry now.
Hurts, bud. Like a sumbitch.
I know it. You just hang on.
I think maybe I’m goin to need that sup of water.
You just hang on. I’ll get it. I wont be a minute either.
He set the candlestub in its saucer of grease on the shelf and backed out and let the curtain fall. As he trotted out across the vacant lot he looked back. The square of yellow light that shone through the sacking looked like some haven of promise out there on the shore of the breaking world but his heart misgave him.
Midblock there was a small cafe just opening. The girl setting up the little tin tables started when she saw him there, wild and sleepless, the knees of his breeches red with blood where he’d knelt in the bloodsoaked mat.
Agua, he said. Necesito agua.
She made her way to the counter without taking her eyes off him. She took down a tumbler and filled it from a bottle and set it on the counter and stepped back.
No hay un vaso más grande? he said.
She stared at him dumbly.
Dame dos, he said. Dos.