No Country for Old Men(12)

He stood there looking out across the desert. So quiet. Low hum of wind in the wires. High bloodweeds along the road. Wiregrass and sacahuista. Beyond in the stone arroyos the tracks of dragons. The raw rock mountains shadowed in the late sun and to the east the shimmering abscissa of the desert plains under a sky where raincurtains hung dark as soot all along the quadrant. That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash. He walked back to the cruiser and got in and pulled away.





When he pulled up in front of the sheriff's office in Sonora the first thing he saw was the yellow tape stretched across the parking lot. A small courthouse crowd. He got out and crossed the street.





What's happened, Sheriff?





I dont know, said Bell. I just got here.





He ducked under the tape and went up the steps. Lamar looked up when he tapped at the door. Come in, Ed Tom, he said. Come in. We got hell to pay here.





They walked out on the courthouse lawn. Some of the men followed them.





You all go on, said Lamar. Me and the sheriff here need to talk.





He looked haggard. He looked at Bell and he looked at the ground. He shook his head and looked away. I used to play mumbledypeg here when I was a boy. Right here. These youngsters today I dont think would even know what that was. Ed Tom this is a damned lunatic.





I hear you.





You got anything to go on?





Not really.





Lamar looked away. He wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. I'll tell you right now. This son of a bitch will never see a day in court. Not if I catch him he wont.





Well, we need to catch him first.





That boy was married.





I didnt know that.





Twenty-three year old. Clean cut boy. Straight as a die. Now I got to go out to his house fore his wife hears it on the damn radio.





I dont envy you that. I surely dont.





I think I'm goin to quit, Ed Tom.





You want me to go out there with you?





No. I appreciate it. I need to go.





All right.





I just have this feelin we're looking at somethin we really aint never even seen before.





I got the same feelin. Let me call you this evenin.





I appreciate it.





He watched Lamar cross the lawn and climb the steps to his office. I hope you dont quit, he said. I think we're goin to need all of you we can get.





When they pulled up in front of the cafe it was one-twenty in the morning. There were only three people on the bus.





Sanderson, the driver said.





Moss made his way forward. He'd seen the driver eyeing him in the mirror. Listen, he said. Do you think you could let me out down at the Desert Aire? I got a bad leg and I live down there but I got nobody to pick me up.





The driver shut the door. Yeah, he said. I can do that.





When he walked in she got up off the couch and ran and put her arms around his neck. I thought you was dead, she said.





Well I aint so dont go to slobberin.





I aint.





Why dont you fix me some bacon and eggs while I take a shower.





Let me see that cut on your head. What happened to you? Where's your truck at?





I need to take a shower. Fix me somethin to eat. My stomach thinks my throat's been cut.





When he came out of the shower he was wearing a pair of shorts and when he sat at the little formica table in the kitchen the first thing she said was What's that on the back of your arm?





How many eggs is this?





Four.





You got any more toast?





They's two more pieces comin. What is that, Llewelyn?





What would you like to hear?





The truth.





He sipped his coffee and set about salting his eggs.





You aint goin to tell me, are you?





No.





What happened to your leg?





It's broke out in a rash.





She buttered the fresh toast and put it on the plate and sat in the chair opposite. I like to eat breakfast of a night, he said. Takes me back to my bachelor days.





What is goin on, Llewelyn?





Here's what's goin on, Carla Jean. You need to get your stuff packed and be ready to roll out of here come daylight. Whatever you leave you aint goin to see it again so if you want it dont leave it. There's a bus leaves out of here at seven-fifteen in the mornin. I want you to go to Odessa and wait there till I can call you.





She sat back in the chair and watched him. You want me to go to Odessa, she said.





That's correct.





You aint kiddin, are you?





Me? No. I aint kiddin a bit. Are we out of preserves?





She got up and got the preserves out of the refrigerator and set them on the table and sat back down. He unscrewed the jar and ladled some onto his toast and spread it with his knife.