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No Country for Old Men-第17章

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he got dressed and put the gun under the mattress with the safety still off and smoothed  down the dustskirt and sat on the bed and picked up the phone and called a cab。

he had to pay the driver an extra ten dollars to take him across the bridge to ciudad  acu?a。 he walked the streets; looking into the shopwindows。 the evening was soft and  warm and in the little alameda grackles were settling in the trees and calling to one  another。 he went into a boot shop and looked at the exotics — crocodile and ostrich and  elephant — but the quality of the boots was nothing like the larry mahans that he wore。

he went into a farmacia and bought a tin of bandages and sat in the park and patched his  raw feet。 his socks were already bloody。 at the corner a cabdriver asked him if he  wanted to go see the girls and moss held up his hand for him to see the ring he wore and  kept on walking。

he ate in a restaurant with white tablecloths and waiters in white jackets。 he ordered a  glass of red wine and a porterhouse steak。 it was early and the restaurant was empty  save for him。 he sipped the wine and when the steak came he cut into it and chewed  slowly and thought about his life。

he got back to the motel a little after ten and sat in the cab with the motor running while  he counted out money for the fare。 he handed the bills across the seat and he started to  get out but he didnt。 he sat there with his hand on the doorhandle。 drive me around to  the side; he said。

the driver put the shifter in gear。 what room? he said。

just drive me around。 i want to see if somebodys here。

they drove slowly past his room。 there was a gap in the curtains he was pretty sure he  hadnt left there。 hard to tell。 not that hard。 the cab tolled slowly past。 no cars in the lot  that hadnt been there。 keep going; he said。

the driver looked at him in the mirror。

keep going; said moss。 dont stop。

i dont want to get in some kind of a jackpot here; buddy。

just keep going。

why dont i let you out here and we wont argue about it。

i want you to take me to another motel。

lets just call it square。

moss leaned forward and held a hundred dollar bill across the seat。 youre already in a  jackpot; he said。 im tryin to get you out of it。 now take me to a motel。

the driver took the bill and tucked it into his shirtpocket and turned out of the lot and  into the street。

he spent the night at the ramada inn out on the highway and in the morning he went  down and ate breakfast in the diningroom and read the paper。 then he just sat there。

they wouldnt be in the room when the maids came to clean it。

checkout time is eleven oclock。

they could have found the money and left。

except of course that there were probably at least two parties looking for him and  whichever one this was it wasnt the other and the other wasnt going away either。

by the time he got up he knew that he was probably going to have to kill somebody。 he  just didnt know who it was。

he took a cab and went into town and went into a sporting goods store and bought a  twelve gauge winchester pump gun and a box of double ought buckshot shells。 the box  of shells contained almost exactly the firepower of a claymore mine。 he had them wrap  the gun and he left with it under his arm and walked up pecan street to a hardware store。

there he bought a hacksaw and a flat millfile and some miscellaneous items。 a pair of  pliers and a pair of sidecutters。 a screwdriver。 flashlight。 a roll of duct tape。

he stood on the sidewalk with his purchases。 then he turned and walked back down the  street。

in the sporting goods store again he asked the same clerk if he had any aluminum  tentpoles。 he tried to explain that he didnt care what kind of tent it was; he just needed  the poles。

the clerk studied him。 whatever kind of tent it is; he said; wed still have to special  order poles for it。 you need to get the manufacturer and the model number。

you sell tents; right?

we got three different models。

which one has got the most poles in it?

well; i guess that would be our ten foot walltent。 you can stand up in it。 well; some  people could stand up in it。 its got a six foot clearance at the ridge。

let me have one。

yessir。

he brought the tent from the stockroom and laid it on the counter。 it came in an orange  nylon bag。 moss laid the shotgun and the bag of hardware on the counter and untied the  strings and pulled the tent from the bag together with the poles and cords。

its all there; the clerk said。

what do i owe you。

its one seventy…nine plus tax。

he laid two of the hundred dollar bills on the counter。 the tentpoles were in a separate  bag and he pulled this out and put it with his other things。 the clerk gave him his  change and the receipt and moss gathered up the shotgun and his hardware purchases  together with the tentpoles and thanked him and turned and left。 what about the tent?

the clerk called。

in the room he unwrapped the shotgun and wedged it in an open drawer and held it and  sawed the barrel off just in front of the magazine。 he squared up the cut with the file  and smoothed it and wiped out the muzzle of the barrel with a damp facecloth and set it  aside。 then he sawed off the stock in a line that left it with a pistol grip and sat on the  bed and dressed the grip smooth with the file。 when he had it the way he wanted it he  slid the forearm back and slid it forward again and let the hammer down with his thumb  and turned it sideways and looked at it。 it looked pretty good。 he turned it over and  opened the box of shells and fed the heavy waxed loads into the magazine one by one。

he jacked the slide back and chambered a shell and lowered the hammer and then put  one more round in the magazine and laid the gun across his lap。 it was less than two feet  long。

he called the trail motel and told the woman to hold his room for him。 then he shoved  the gun and the shells and the tools under the mattress and went out again。

he went to wal…mart and bought some clothes and a small nylon zipper bag to put them  in。 a pair of jeans and a couple of shirts and some socks。 in the afternoon he went for a  long walk out along
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