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me。 the motor had died but the lights was still on。
cab full of glass and dirt。 i got out and kindly shook myself off and got back in and just set there。 just kindly collectin my thoughts。 windshield wipers hangin in on the dashboard。 i turned off the lights and i just set there。 you take somebody that will actually throw down on a law enforcement officer and open fire； you have got some very serious people。 i never saw that truck again。 nobody else did neither。 or not them plates noways。 maybe i should of took out after it。 or tried to。 i dont know。 i drove back to sanderson and pulled in at the cafe and ill tell you they e from all over to see that cruiser。 it was shot just full of holes。 looked like the bonnie and clyde car。 i didnt have a mark on me。 not even from all that glass。 i was criticized for that too。 parkin there like i done。 they said i was showin out。 well； maybe i was。 but i needed that cup of coffee too； ill tell you。
i read the papers ever mornin。 mostly i suppose just to try and figure out what might be headed this way。 not that ive done all that good a job at headin it off。 it keeps gettin harder。 here a while back they was two boys run into one another and one of em was from california and one from florida。 and they met somewheres or other in between。
and then they set out together travelin around the country killin people。 i forget how many they did kill。 now what are the chances of a thing like that！ them two had never laid eyes on one another。 there cant be that many of em。 i dont think。 well； we dont know。 here the other day they was a woman put her baby in a trash pactor。 who would think of such a thing？ my wife wont read the papers no more。 shes probably right。 she generally is。
bell climbed the rear steps of the courthouse and went down the hall to his office。 he swiveled his chair around and sat and looked at the telephone。 go ahead； he said。 im here。
the phone rang。 he reached and picked it up。 sheriff bell； he said。
he listened。 he nodded。
mrs downie i believe hell e down directly。 why dont you call me back here in a little bit。 yes mam。
he took off his hat and put it on the desk and sat with his eyes closed； pinching the bridge of his nose。 yes mam； he said。 yes mam。
mrs downie i havent seen that many dead cats in trees。 i think hell e down directly if youll just leave him be。 you call me back in a little bit； you hear？
he hung the phone up and sat looking at it。 its money； he said。 you have enough money you dont have to talk to people about cats in trees。
well。 maybe you do。
the radio squawked。 he picked up the receiver and pushed the button and put his feet up on the desk。 bell； he said。
he sat listening。 he lowered his feet to the floor and sat up。
get the keys and look in the turtle。 thats all right。 im right here。
he drummed his fingers on the desk。
all right。 keep your lights on。 ill be there in fifty minutes。 and torbert？ shut the trunk。
he and wendell pulled onto the paved shoulder in front of the unit and parked and got out。 torbert got out and was standing by the door of his car。 the sheriff nodded。 he walked along the edge of the roadway studying the tire tracks。 you seen this； i reckon； he said。
yessir。
well lets take a look。
torbert opened the trunk and they stood looking at the body。 the front of the mans shirt was covered with blood； partly dried。 his whole face was bloody。 bell leaned and reached into the trunk and took something from the mans shirtpocket and unfolded it。 it was a bloodstained receipt for gas from a service station in junction texas。 well； he said。 this was the end of the road for bill wyrick。
i didnt look to see if he had a billfold on him。
thats all right。 he dont。 this here was just dumb luck。
he studied the hole in the mans forehead。 looks like a 。45。 clean。 almost like a wadcutter。
whats a wadcutter？
its a target round。 you got the keys？
yessir。
bell shut the trunklid。 he looked around。 passing trucks on the interstate were downshifting as they approached。 ive already talked to lamar。 told him he can have his unit back in about three days。 i called austin and theyre lookin for you first thing in the mornin。 i aint loadin him into one of our units and he damn sure dont need a helicopter。 you take lamars unit back to sonora when you get done and call and me or wendell one will e and get you。 you got any money？
yessir。
fill out the report same as any report。
yessir。
white male； late thirties； medium build。
how do you spell wyrick？
you dont spell it。 we dont know what his name is。
yessir。
he might have a family someplace。
yessir。 sheriff？
yes。
what do we have on the perpetrator？
we dont。 give wendell your keys fore you forget it。
theyre in the unit。
well lets not be leavin keys in the units。
yessir。
ill see you in two days time。
yessir。
i hope that son of a bitch is in california。
yessir。 i know what you mean。
i got a feelin he aint。
yessir。 i do too。
wendell； you ready？
wendell leaned and spat。 yessir； he said。 im ready。 he looked at torbert。 you get stopped with that old boy in the turtle just tell em you dont know nothin about it。 tell em somebody must of put him in there while you was havin coffee。
torbert nodded。 you and the sheriff goin to e down and get me off of death row？
if we cant get you out well get in there with you。
you all dont be makin light of the dead thataway； bell said。
wendell nodded。 yessir； he said。 youre right。 i might be one myself some day。
driving out 90 toward the turnoff at dryden he came across a hawk dead in the road。 he saw the feathers move in the wind。 he pulled over and got out and walked back and squatted on his bootheels and looked at it。 he raised one wing and let it fall again。 cold yellow eye dead to the blue vault above them。
it was a big redtail。 he picked it up by one wingtip and carried it to the bar ditch and laid it in the grass。 they would hunt the blacktop； sitting on the high powerpoles and watching the highway in both directions for miles。 any small thing that might venture to cross。 closing on their prey against the sun。 shadowless。 lost in the concentration of the hunter。 he wouldnt have the trucks running over it。
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 sheriffs 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。
whats 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。 e in； ed