All the Pretty Horses

the one who gets to say.
    The clock ticked in the hall. She sat watching him. He picked up his hat.
    Well. I guess I ought to say that you didnt have to invite me over just to tell me that.
    You’re quite right, she said. It was because of it that I almost didnt invite you.
    O N THE MESA they watched a storm that had made up to the north. At sundown a troubled light. The dark jade shapes of the lagunillas below them lay in the floor of the desert savannah like piercings through to another sky. The laminar bands of color to the west bleeding out under the hammered clouds. A sudden violetcolored hooding of the earth.
    They sat tailorwise on ground that shuddered under the thunder and they fed the fire out of the ruins of an old fence. Birds were coming down out of the half darkness upcountry and shearing away off the edge of the mesa and to the north the lightning stood along the rimlands like burning mandrake.
    What else did she say? said Rawlins.
    That was about it.
    You think she was speakin for Rocha?
    I dont think she speaks for anybody but her.
    She thinks you got eyes for the daughter.
    I do have eyes for the daughter.
    You got eyes for the spread?
    John Grady studied the fire. I dont know, he said. I aint thought about it.
    Sure you aint, said Rawlins.
    He looked at Rawlins and he looked into the fire again.
    When is she comin back?
    About a week.
    I guess I dont see what evidence you got that she’s all that interested in you.
    John Grady nodded. I just do. I can talk to her.
    The first drops of rain hissed in the fire. He looked at Rawlins.
    You aint sorry you come down here are you?
    Not yet.
    He nodded. Rawlins rose.
    You want your fish or you aim to just set there in the rain?
    I’ll get it.
    I got it.
    They sat hooded under the slickers. They spoke out of the hoods as if addressing the night.
    I know the old man likes you, said Rawlins. But that dont mean he’ll set still for you courtin his daughter.
    Yeah, I know.
    I dont see you holdin no aces.
    Yeah.
    What I see is you fixin to get us fired and run off the place.
    They watched the fire. The wire that had burned out of the fenceposts lay in garbled shapes about the ground and coils of it stood in the fire and coils of it pulsed red hot deep in the coals. The horses had come in out of the darkness and stood at the edge of the firelight in the falling rain dark and sleek with their red eyes burning in the night.
    You still aint told me what answer you give her, said Rawlins.
    I told her I’d do whatever she asked.
    What did she ask?
    I aint sure.
    They sat watching the fire.
    Did you give your word? said Rawlins.
    I dont know. I dont know if I did or not.
    Well either you did or you didnt.
    That’s what I’d of thought. But I dont know.
    F IVE NIGHTS later asleep in his bunk in the barn there was a tap at the door. He sat up. Someone was standing outside the door. He could see a light through the board joinings.
    Momento, he said.
    He rose and pulled on his trousers in the dark and opened the door. She was standing in the barn bay holding a flashlight in one hand with the light pointed at the ground.
    What is it? he whispered.
    It’s me.
    She held the light up as if to verify the truth of this. He couldnt think what to say.
    What time is it?
    I dont know. Eleven or something.
    He looked across the narrow corridor to the groom’s door.
    We’re going to wake Estéban, he said.
    Then invite me in.
    He stepped back and she came in past him all rustling of clothes and the rich parade of her hair and perfume. He pulled the door to and ran shut the wooden latch with the heel of his hand and turned and looked at her.
    I better not turn the light on, he said.
    It’s all right. The generator’s off anyway. What did she say to you?
    She must of told you what she said.
    Of course she told me. What did she say?
    You want to set down?
    She turned and sat sideways on the bed and tucked one foot beneath her. She laid the burning flashlight on the bed and thenshe pushed it under the blanket where it suffused the room with a soft glow.
    She didnt want me to be seen with you. Out on the campo.
    Armando told her that you rode my horse in.
    I know.
    I wont be treated in such a manner, she said.
    In that light she looked strange and theatrical. She passed one hand across the blanket as if she’d brush something away. She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of