All the Pretty Horses

cinches to let them blow and then took the road south such road as it was, riding single file through the dust. In the road were the tracks of cows, javelinas, deer, coyotes. Late afternoon they passed another collection of huts but they rode on. The road was deeply gullied and it was washed out in the draws and in the draws were cattle dead from an old drought, just the bones of them cloven about with the hard dry blackened hide.
    How does this country suit you? said John Grady.
    Rawlins leaned and spat but he didnt answer.
    In the evening they came to a small estancia and sat the horses at the fence. There were several buildings scattered out behind the house and a pole corral with two horses standing in it. Two little girls in white dresses stood in the yard. They looked at the riders and then turned and ran into the house. A man came out.
    Buenas tardes, he said.
    He walked out the fence to the gate and motioned them through and showed them where to water their horses. Pásale, he said. Pásale.
    They ate by oillight at a small painted pine table. The mud walls about them were hung with old calendars and magazine pictures. On one wall was a framed tin retablo of the Virgin. Under it was a board supported by two wedges driven into the wall and on the board was a small green glass with a blackened candlestub in it. The Americans sat shoulder to shoulder along one side of the table and the two little girls sat on the other side and watched them in a state of breathlessness. The woman ate with her head down and the man joked with them and passed the plates. They ate beans and tortillas and a chile of goatmeat ladled up out of a clay pot. They drank coffee from enameled tin cups and the man pushed the bowls toward them and gestured elaborately. Deben comer, he said.
    He wanted to know about America, thirty miles to the north. He’d seen it once as a boy, across the river at Acuña. He had brothers who worked there. He had an uncle who’d lived some years in Uvalde Texas but he thought he was dead.
    Rawlins finished his plate and thanked the woman and John Grady told her what he’d said and she smiled and nodded demurely. Rawlins was showing the two little girls how he could pull his finger off and put it back on again when Blevins crossed his utensils in the plate before him and wiped his mouth on his sleeve and leaned back from the table. There was no back to the bench and Blevins flailed wildly for a moment and then crashed to the floor behind him, kicking the table underneath and rattling the dishes and almost pulling over the bench with Rawlins and John Grady. The two girls stood instantly and clapped their hands and shrieked with delight. Rawlins had gripped the table to save himself and he looked down at the boy lying in the floor. I’ll be goddamned, he said. Excuse me mam.
    Blevins struggled up, only the man offering to help him.
    Está bien? he said.
    He’s all right, said Rawlins. You caint hurt a fool.
    The woman had leaned forward to right a cup, to quiet the children. She could not laugh for the impropriety of it but the brightness in her eyes did not escape even Blevins. He climbed over the bench and sat down again.
    Are you all ready to go? he whispered.
    We aint done eatin, said Rawlins.
    He looked around uneasily. I caint set here, he said.
    He was sitting with his head lowered and was whispering hoarsely.
    Why caint you set there? said Rawlins.
    I dont like to be laughed at.
    Rawlins looked at the girls. They were sitting again and their eyes were wide and serious again. Hell, he said. It’s just kids.
    I dont like to be laughed at, whispered Blevins.
    Both the man and the woman were looking at them with concern.
    If you dont like to be laughed at dont fall on your ass, said Rawlins.
    You all excuse me, said Blevins.
    He climbed out over the bench and picked up his hat and put it on and went out. The man of the house looked worried and he leaned to John Grady and made a whispered inquiry. The two girls sat looking down at their plates.
    You think he’ll ride on? said Rawlins.
    John Grady shrugged. I doubt it.
    The householders seemed to be waiting for one of them to get up and go out after him but they did not. They drank their coffee and after a while the woman rose and cleared away the plates.
    John Grady found him sitting on the ground like a figure in meditation.
    What are you doin? he said.
    Nothin.
    Why dont you come back inside.
    I’m all right.
    They’ve offered us to spend the