All the Pretty Horses

eased themselves down from the bus the gaslamps were already on in the plaza. They crossed slowly to the portales on the north side of the square and stood looking out at the rain. Four men in maroon band uniforms stood along the wall with their instruments. John Grady looked at Rawlins. Rawlins looked lost standing there hatless and afoot in his shrunken clothes.
    Let’s get somethin to eat.
    We dont have no money.
    I got money.
    Where’d you get any money at? Rawlins said.
    I got a whole envelope full.
    They walked into a cafe and sat in a booth. A waiter came over and put menus in front of them and went away. Rawlins looked out the window.
    Get a steak, said John Grady.
    All right.
    We’ll eat and get a hotel room and get cleaned up and get some sleep.
    All right.
    He ordered steaks and fried potatoes and coffee for both of them and the waiter nodded and took the menus. John Grady rose and made his way slowly to the counter and bought two packs of cigarettes and a penny box of matches each. People at their tables watched him cross the room.
    Rawlins lit a cigarette and looked at him.
    Why aint we dead? he said.
    She paid us out.
    The señora?
    The aunt. Yes.
    Why?
    I dont know.
    Is that where you got the money?
    Yes.
    It’s got to do with the girl, dont it?
    I expect it does.
    Rawlins smoked. He looked out the window. Outside it was already dark. The streets were wet from the rain and the lights from the cafe and from the lamps in the plaza lay bleeding in the black pools of water.
    There aint no other explanation, is there?
    No.
    Rawlins nodded. I could of run off from where they had me. It was just a hospital ward.
    Why didnt you?
    I dont know. You think I was dumb not to of?
    I dont know. Yeah. Maybe.
    What would you of done?
    I wouldnt of left you.
    Yeah. I know you wouldnt.
    That dont mean it aint dumb.
    Rawlins almost smiled. Then he looked away.
    The waiter brought the coffee.
    There was another old boy in there, said Rawlins. All cut up. Probably wasnt a bad boy. Set out on Saturday night with a few dollars in his pocket. Pesos. Goddamned pathetic.
    What happened to him?
    He died. When they carried him out of there I thought how peculiar it would of seemed to him if he could of seen it. It did to me and it wasnt even me. Dying aint in people’s plans, is it?
    No.
    He nodded. They put Mexican blood in me, he said.
    He looked up. John Grady was lighting a cigarette. He shook out the match and put it in the ashtray and looked at Rawlins.
    So.
    So what does that mean? said Rawlins.
    Mean about what?
    Well does it mean I’m part Mexican?
    John Grady drew on the cigarette and leaned back and blew the smoke into the air. Part Mexican? he said.
    Yeah.
    How much did they put?
    They said it was over a litre.
    How much over a litre?
    I dont know.
    Well a litre would make you almost a halfbreed.
    Rawlins looked at him. It dont, does it? he said.
    No. Hell, it dont mean nothin. Blood’s blood. It dont know where it come from.
    The waiter brought the steaks. They ate. He watched Rawlins. Rawlins looked up.
    What? he said.
    Nothin.
    You ought to be happier about bein out of that place.
    I was thinkin the same thing about you.
    Rawlins nodded. Yeah, he said.
    What do you want to do?
    Go home.
    All right.
    They ate.
    You’re goin back down there, aint you? said Rawlins.
    Yeah. I guess I am.
    On account of the girl?
    Yeah.
    What about the horses?
    The girl and the horses.
    Rawlins nodded. You think she’s lookin for you to come back?
    I dont know.
    I’d say the old lady might be surprised to see you.
    No she wont. She’s a smart woman.
    What about Rocha?
    He’ll have to do whatever he has to do.
    Rawlins crossed his silver in the platter beside the bones and took out his cigarettes.
    Dont go down there, he said.
    I done made up my mind.
    Rawlins lit the cigarette and shook out the match. He looked up.
    There’s only one kind of deal I can see that she could of made with the old woman.
    I know. But she’s goin to have to tell me herself.
    If she does will you come back?
    I’ll come back.
    All right.
    I still want the horses.
    Rawlins shook his head and looked away.
    I aint askin you to go with me, said John Grady.
    I know you aint.
    You’ll be all right.
    Yeah. I know.
    He tapped the ash from his cigarette and pushed at his eyes with the heel of his hand and looked out the window. Outside it was raining again. There was no traffic in the streets.
    Kid over yonder try in to sell newspapers, he said. Aint a