Shirley Murphy - The Cat, The Devil, The Last Escape
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- Название:The Cat, The Devil, The Last Escape
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Lee laughed, but he was sickened by what he’d seen in that brief moment. They moved on fast, leaving the drunk sitting against a building, his head in his hands, trying to recover from Morgan’s blows. This time the devil’s invasion had netted only a cut on Lee’s arm. But what about the next time? Good luck they hadn’t had to kill the man, Lee thought as he swabbed the wound with the iodine Becky had put in their pack. Sure, drunks got killed in brawls. But he’d rather not leave a dead body marking their trail. That kind of sloppiness annoyed him.
31
C IRCLING THE SMALLtowns with their Christmas lights, avoiding the switching yards and then racing to grab a train as it pulled out, they missed more than one ride. Often on the ramshackle edge of a town they dodged away from a patrolling cop car, or one slowed, pacing them, watching them. “Plenty of hobos around,” Lee said, “they’re just checking us out.” But the law’s scrutiny made him some nervous. In Oklahoma a hard blizzard caught them. The temperature dropped steadily, the chill cut through them like knives. Lee was sick of cold weather, and even Texas was icy. Why did they have to pick the coldest winter of the century? Out of Fort Worth when they missed a westbound, a semi driver picked them up, a slack-faced man with wide-set eyes. He didn’t talk much, he just drove, and that was fine with Lee.
But then, after maybe thirty miles he began to ask questions. Lee answered him in one-syllable lies, then started with questions of his own. Were did he hail from? What was he hauling? That shut the man up. Lee pulled his hat over his face and went to sleep. It was some hours later that Morgan nudged him. The trucker had slowed, they were in a little cow town, two blocks of dusty wooden buildings and a small old café marked with a wooden sign: TRAIN STATION. The train track ran behind it, parallel to the highway. The trucker dropped them at the café, drove another eighth of a mile, and turned west on a dirt road that looked like it led to nowhere; maybe he was headed home.
Stepping into the wooden building, sitting on stools at the counter, they treated themselves to fried eggs, fried potatoes, and hot apple pie. The waitress, a pillow-fat blonde in her sixties with an understanding smile, looked them over as she poured their coffee. “The eastbound’s due in half an hour,” she said. “The westbound, an hour after that.” And Lee guessed they weren’t the only hobos traveling this route. Finishing their pie and coffee, Lee thanked her for the information, made sure he tipped her, and they hiked out along the train track to a stand of pale trees. Sitting down with their backs against the thick trunk of a giant cottonwood, they made themselves comfortable, listening for the far-off rumble, for a lone and distant whistle.
“It’s nearly Christmas Eve,” Morgan said. “A few more days. Will they go home to Caroline’s or stay at Anne’s? Maybe Caroline will drive down from Rome. I hope Sammie will be happy Christmas morning, excited to open a few presents?” he said doubtfully. “What’s she seeing in her dreams? Maybe only the good times? Maybe she dreamed of Beanie’s warm little house on the flatcar and the good hot stew?”
Lee only looked at him. They both knew Sammie would dream of the bad times, the brutal cold, the man with the knife and evil eyes.
“I can’t hold her and comfort her,” Morgan said. “I can’t help her.” He was in a dour mood when they left the cottonwoods running, swinging aboard a boxcar as the approaching train slowed for the small rural station.
Settling back to watch the land roll by, they managed to stay with this freight several days, slipping behind shipping crates when they made a stop. The nights grew warmer, the wind didn’t cut like ice, Lee’s cough subsided. New Mexico was cool but not freezing. Lee liked seeing sheep grazing, and the herds of antelope that hardly stirred as the train sped past them. Approaching Phoenix, they dropped off the car onto bare red land among the red bluffs and raw canyons. The Arizona sky was blue and clear, buzzards cruising the wind searching for the stink of anything dead. Walking through Phoenix, they replenished their supplies at a small, side-street grocery. Moving on past the freight yards, they saw no sign of cops. On the far side when they slipped aboard, the boxcar was crowded with men settled in small groups. They nodded at Lee and Morgan and didn’t seem threatening. Most of them were braceros, keeping to themselves. West of Phoenix, Lee began to get nervous.
Maybe he was a fool, wanting to drop off in Blythe, take the chance of being seen. Would the feds figure, once they broke out, he’d head straight there, wanting the money from his savings account? Seemed likely, the way a federal agent’s mind worked. He knew he shouldn’t risk it, but once they found a lawyer they’d need every penny they could lay hands on, might need that eight hundred real bad to add to the six hundred Becky had scraped together.
He worried about the feds until they reached the desert north of Blythe. As they rolled up their blankets and tied up their packs, the smell of Blythe hit him, the salty tamarisk trees and the damp breath of the irrigation canals. When the train topped a rise, the Colorado River ran below them dark and turgid. They dropped off just outside town when the cars bucked and the train slowed, Lee hit the ground rolling. It was late afternoon. “Christmas Eve,” Morgan said. “At least they’re together, and with family.”
They moved through a willow thicket to an irrigation ditch flowing with dark, fast water. Ragged cotton fields stretched away on both sides. They were past Delgado Ranch, three fourths of the way to town. It had been nearly a year since Lee pulled into Blythe straight out of the federal pen at McNeil, ready to go to work for Jake Ellson, thinking even that first day how he could cheat Ellson. In the end, he hadn’t had the stomach for that.
On the bank of the irrigation ditch Lee dug the bar of soap from the burlap bag, the razor and the little mirror Becky had packed. Stripping off their clothes they bathed and shaved in the swift cold water. With the last of the soap they scrubbed their shirts, socks, and shorts, hung them on willow branches, and sat on a blanket letting the sun dry their wet bodies. Not a soul out there, only the lizards to see their white nakedness. Twice, jackrabbits leaped out in the fields and went racing away, stirring a cloud of dust. Both times, a second dust cloud followed, dodging and doubling close on the rabbit’s tail—but they could see no second beast chasing. Nothing, just the detached swirl of dust pursuing the rabbit. Morgan turned to Lee, puzzled. Lee frowned and shrugged. “The wind, I guess.” Did the ghost cat have to be such a show-off?
When their clothes were nearly dry they smoothed out the wrinkles and dressed again. The winter sun was setting as they made camp beneath the scruffy willows. The small clearing reminded Lee of the meadow where he’d kept the gray for a few days, the gelding that had helped him pull off the bank robbery. The good horse he’d used to get the stolen money away, to where he could bury it. He thought about riding the gray along the riverbank in the evenings, peaceful and serene, and that had been a good time.
They cooked a meal of Spam and potatoes, and made coffee, Morgan missing Becky and Sammie, Lee edgy with the prospect of entering the bank. “We’ll have to lay over tomorrow,” he said nervously. He’d prefer to get it over with. “Everything closed, Christmas Day.”
“A day to give thanks,” Morgan said. “To go to church with your family.”
Lee looked at him and said nothing. When he was small they seldom went to church; it was half a day’s ride away. His mother had read the Bible. His father didn’t want to listen. Lee wasn’t sure just what his pa thought about such matters. But Lee knew—he’d better know, after his own encounters—that there was more in the universe than a person saw. That amazements waited beyond this life, which a mortal might not want to consider.
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