All the Pretty Horses

you you’re diggin a dry hole. You dont know what I believe.
    I know the United States. I have been there many times. Youare like the jews. There is always a rich relative. What prison were you in?
    You know I aint been in no prison. Where is Rawlins?
    You think I am responsible for the incident to your friend. But that is not the case.
    You think I came here to do business. All I want is to know what’s happened to him.
    Pérez nodded thoughtfully. Even in a place like this where we are concerned with fundamental things the mind of the anglo is closed in this rare way. At one time I thought it was only his life of privilege. But it is not that. It is his mind.
    He sat back easily. He tapped his temple. It is not that he is stupid. It is that his picture of the world is incomplete. In this rare way. He looks only where he wishes to see. You understand me?
    I understand you.
    Good, said Pérez. I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am.
    I dont think you’re stupid. I just dont like you.
    Ah, said Pérez. Very good. Very good.
    John Grady looked at Pérez’s man standing against the door. He stood with his eyes caged, looking at nothing.
    He doesnt understand what we are saying, said Pérez. Feel free to express yourself.
    I’ve done expressed myself.
    Yes.
    I got to go.
    Do you think you can go if I dont want you to go?
    Yes.
    Pérez smiled. Are you a cuchillero?
    John Grady sat back.
    A prison is like a—how do you call it? A salón de belleza.
    A beauty parlor.
    A beauty parlor. It is a big place for gossip. Everybody knows the story of everybody. Because crime is very interesting. Everybody knows that.
    We never committed any crimes.
    Perhaps not yet.
    What does that mean?
    Pérez shrugged. They are still looking. Your case is not decided. Did you think your case was decided?
    They wont find anything.
    My goodness, said Pérez. My goodness. You think there are no crimes without owners? It is not a matter of finding. It is only a matter of choosing. Like picking the proper suit in a store.
    They dont seem to be in any hurry.
    Even in Mexico they cannot keep you indefinitely. That is why you must act. Once you are charged it will be too late. They will issue what is called the previas. Then there are many difficulties.
    He took his cigarettes from his shirtpocket and offered them across the table. John Grady didnt move.
    Please, said Pérez. It is all right. It is not the same as breaking bread. It places one under no obligation.
    He leaned forward and took a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Pérez took a lighter from his pocket and snapped it open and lit it and held it across the table.
    Where did you learn to fight? he said.
    John Grady took a deep pull on the cigarette and leaned back.
    What do you want to know? he said.
    Only what the world wants to know.
    What does the world want to know.
    The world wants to know if you have cojones. If you are brave.
    He lit his own cigarette and laid the lighter on top of the pack of cigarettes on the table and blew a thin stream of smoke.
    Then it can decide your price, he said.
    Some people dont have a price.
    That is true.
    What about those people?
    Those people die.
    I aint afraid to die.
    That is good. It will help you to die. It will not help you to live.
    Is Rawlins dead?
    No. He is not dead.
    John Grady pushed back the chair.
    Pérez smiled easily. You see? he said. You do just as I say.
    I dont think so.
    You have to make up your mind. You dont have so much time. We never have so much time as we think.
    Time’s the one thing I’ve had enough of since I come here.
    I hope you will give some thought to your situation. Americans have ideas sometimes that are not so practical. They think that there are good things and bad things. They are very superstitious, you know.
    You dont think there’s good and bad things?
    Things no. I think it is a superstition. It is the superstition of a godless people.
    You think Americans are godless?
    Oh yes. Dont you?
    No.
    I see them attack their own property. I saw a man one time destroy his car. With a big martillo. What do you call it?
    Hammer.
    Because it would not start. Would a Mexican do that?
    I dont know.
    A Mexican would not do that. The Mexican does not believe that a car can be good or evil. If there is evil in the car he knows that to destroy the car is to accomplish nothing. Because he knows where good and evil have their home. The anglo thinks in his rare way that the Mexican is