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he registered and got the key and hobbled up the steps and down the hall to his room and went in and locked the door and lay on the bed with the shotgun across his chest staring at the ceiling。 he could think of no reason for the transponder sending unit to be in the hotel。 he ruled out moss because he thought moss was almost certainly dead。
that left the police。 or some agent of the matacumbe petroleum group。 who must think that he thought that they thought that he thought they were very dumb。 he thought about that。
when he woke it was ten…thirty at night and he lay there in the half dark and the quiet but he knew what the answer was。 he got up and put the shotgun behind the pillows and stuck the pistol into the waistband of his trousers。 then he went out and limped down the stairs to the desk。
the clerk was sitting reading a magazine and when he saw chigurh he stuck the magazine under the desk and rose。 yessir； he said。
id like to see the registration。
are you a police officer？
no。 im not。
im afraid i cant do that sir。
yes you can。
when he came back up he stopped and stood listening in the hallway outside his door。
he went in and got the shotgun and the receiver and then walked down to the room with the tape across it and held the box to the door and turned it on。 he went down to the second door and tried the reception there。 then he came back to the first room and opened the door with the key from the desk and stepped back and stood against the hallway wall。
he could hear traffic in the street beyond the parking lot but still he thought the window was closed。 there was no air moving。 he looked quickly into the room。 bed pulled away from the wall。 bathroom door open。 he checked the safety on the shotgun。 he stepped across the doorway to the other side。
there was no one in the room。 he scanned the room with the box and found the sending unit in the drawer of the bedside table。 he sat on the bed turning it in his hand。 small lozenge of burnished metal the size of a domino。 he looked out the window at the parking lot。 his leg hurt。 he put the piece of metal in his pocket and turned off the receiver and rose and left； pulling the door shut behind him。 inside the room the phone rang。 he thought about that for a minute。 then he set the transponder on the windowsill in the hallway and turned and went back down to the lobby。
and there he waited for wells。 no one would do that。 he sat in a leather armchair pushed back into the corner where he could see both the front door and the hallway to the rear。 wells came in at eleven…thirteen and chigurh rose and followed him up the stairs； the shotgun wrapped loosely in the newspaper hed been reading。 halfway up the stairs wells turned and looked back and chigurh let the paper fall and raised the shotgun to his waist。 hello； carson； he said。
they sat in wells room； wells on the bed and chigurh in the chair by the window。 you dont have to do this； wells said。 im a daytrader。 i could just go home。
you could。
id make it worth your while。 take you to an atm。 everybody just walks away。 theres about fourteen grand in it。
good payday。
i think so。
chigurh looked out the window； the shotgun across his knee。 getting hurt changed me； he said。 changed my perspective。 ive moved on； in a way。 some things have fallen into place that were not there before。 i thought they were； but they werent。 the best way i can put it is that ive sort of caught up with myself。 thats not a bad thing。 it was overdue。
its still a good payday。
it is。 its just in the wrong currency。
wells eyed the distance between them。 senseless。 maybe twenty years ago。 probably not even then。 do what you have to do； he said。
chigurh sat slouched casually in the chair； his chin resting against his knuckles。
watching wells。 watching his last thoughts。 hed seen it all before。 so had wells。
it started before that； he said。 i didnt realize it at the time。 when i went down on the border i stopped in a cafe in this town and there were some men in there drinking beer and one of them kept looking back at me。 i didnt pay any attention to him。 i ordered my dinner and ate。 but when i walked up to the counter to pay the check i had to go past them and they were all grinning and he said something that was hard to ignore。 do you know what i did？
yeah。 i know what you did。
i ignored him。 i paid my bill and i had started to push through the door when he said the same thing again。 i turned and looked at him。 i was just standing there picking my teeth with a toothpick and i gave him a little gesture with my head。 for him to e outside。
if he would like to。 and then i went out。 and i waited in the parking lot。 and he and his friends came out and i killed him in the parking lot and then i got into my car。 they were all gathered around him。 they didnt know what had happened。 they didnt know that he was dead。 one of them said that i had put a sleeper hold on him and then the others all said that。 they were trying to get him to sit up。 they were slapping him and trying to get him to sit up。 an hour later i was pulled over by a sheriffs deputy outside of sonora texas and i let him take me into town in handcuffs。 im not sure why i did this but i think i wanted to see if i could extricate myself by an act of will。 because i believe that one can。 that such a thing is possible。 but it was a foolish thing to do。 a vain thing to do。 do you understand？
do i understand？
yes。
do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are？
the nature of this conversation？
the nature of you。
chigurh leaned back。 he studied wells。 tell me something； he said。
what。
if the rule you followed led you to this of what use was the rule？
i dont know what youre talking about。
im talking about your life。 in which now everything can be seen at once。
im not interested in your bullshit； anton。
i thought you might want to explain yourself。
i dont have to explain myself to you。
not to me。 to yourself。 i thought you might have something to say。
you go to hell。
you surprise me； thats all。 i expected something different。 it call