No country for old men - By Cormac McCarthy Page 0,66
though.
It aint half what you think it is. You’ll see.
I wont blow it in. I need money to get me a place to stay.
You’ll be all right.
I hope so.
Best way to live in California is to be from somewheres else. Probably the best way is to be from Mars.
I hope not. Cause I aint.
You’ll be all right.
Can I ask you somethin?
Yeah. Go ahead.
How old are you?
Thirty-six.
That’s pretty old. I didnt know you was that old.
I know. It kind of took me by surprise my own self.
I got a feelin I ought to be afraid of you but I aint.
Well. I cant advise you on that neither. Most people’ll run from their own mother to get to hug death by the neck. They cant wait to see him.
I guess that’s what you think I’m doin.
I dont even want to know what you’re doin.
I wonder where I’d be right now if I hadnt of met you this mornin.
I dont know.
I was always lucky. About stuff like that. About meetin people.
Well, I wouldnt speak too soon.
Why? You fixin to bury me out in the desert?
No. But there’s a lot of bad luck out there. You hang around long enough and you’ll come in for your share of it.
I think I done have. I believe I’m due for a change. I might even be overdue.
Yeah? Well you aint.
Why do you say that?
He looked at her. Let me tell you somethin, little sister. If there is one thing on this planet that you dont look like it’s a bunch of good luck walkin around.
That’s a hateful thing to say.
No it aint. I just want you to be careful. We get to El Paso I’m goin to drop you at the bus station. You got money. You dont need to be out here hitchhikin.
All right.
All right.
Would you of done what you said back yonder? About if I had of took your truck?
What’s that?
You know. About beatin the crap out of me.
No.
I didn’t think so.
You want to split this last beer?
All right.
Run in there and get a cup. I’ll be back in a minute.
All right. You aint changed your mind have you?
About what?
You know about what.
I dont change my mind. I like to get it right the first time.
He rose and started up the walkway. She stood at the door. I’ll tell you somethin I heard in a movie one time, she said.
He stopped and turned. What’s that?
There’s a lot of good salesmen around and you might buy somethin yet.
Well darlin you’re just a little late. Cause I done bought. And I think I’ll stick with what I got.
He went on up the walkway and climbed the stairs and went in.
The Barracuda pulled into a truckstop outside of Balmorhea and drove into the bay of the adjoining carwash. The driver got out and shut the door and looked at it. There was blood and other matter streaked over the glass and over the sheetmetal and he walked out and got quarters from a change-machine and came back and put them in the slot and took down the wand from the rack and washed the car and rinsed it off and got back in and pulled out onto the highway going west.
Bell left the house at seven-thirty and took 285 north to Fort Stockton. It was about a two hundred mile run to Van Horn and he reckoned he could make it in under three hours. He turned the rooflights on. About ten miles west of Fort Stockton on the I-10 interstate he passed a car burning by the side of the highway. There were police cars at the scene and one lane of the highway was blocked off. He didnt stop but it gave him an uneasy feeling. He stopped at Balmorhea and refilled his coffeebottle and he pulled into Van Horn at ten twenty-five.
He didnt know what he was looking for but he didnt have to. In the parking lot of a motel there were two Culberson County patrol cars and a state police car all with their lights going. The motel was cordoned off with yellow tape. He pulled in and parked and left his own lights on.
The deputy didnt know him but the sheriff did. They were questioning a man sitting in his shirtsleeves in the open back door of one of the cruisers. Damn if bad news dont travel fast, the sheriff said. What are you doin up here, Sheriff?
What’s happened, Marvin?
Had a little shoot-out. You know anything about this?