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them brakes with both feet。 it skidded the unit sideways to where the lights was goin out into the brush but the last thing i seen in the bed of the truck was the old boy puttin that shotgun to his shoulder。 i hit the seat and i just had hit it when here e the windshield all over me in them little bitty pieces they break up into。 i still had one foot on the brake and i could feel the cruiser slidin down into the bar ditch and i thought it was goin to roll but it didnt。 it filled the car just full of dirt。 the old boy he opened up on me twice more and shot all the glass out of one side of the cruiser and by then id e to a stop and i laid there in the seat； had my pistol out； and i heard that pickup leave out and i raised up and fired several shots at the taillights but they was long gone。
point bein you dont know what all youre stoppin when you do stop somebody。 you take out on the highway。 you walk up to a car and you dont know what youre liable to find。 i set there in that cruiser for a long time。 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 ol