You have a good memory. Where is this man?
What man?
He held up the license. This man. Rawlins.
Rawlins swallowed. He looked at the guard and he looked at the captain again. I'm Rawlins, he said.
The captain smiled sadly. He shook his head.
Rawlins stood with his hands dangling.
Why aint I? he said.
Why you come here? said the captain.
Come where?
Here. To this country.
We come down here to work. Somos vaqueros.
Speak english please. You come to buy cattle?
No sir.
No. You have no permit, correct?
We just come down here to work.
At La Purísima.
Anywhere. That's just where we found work.
How much they pay you?
We was gettin two hundred pesos a month.
In Texas what do they pay for this work.
I dont know. Hundred a month.
Hundred dollars.
Yessir.
Eight hundred pesos.
Yessir. I reckon.
The captain smiled again.
Why you must leave Texas?
We just left. We didnt have to.
What is your true name.
Lacey Rawlins.
He pushed the forearm of his sleeve against his forehead and wished at once he hadnt.
Blevins is your brother.
No. We got nothin to do with him.
What is the number of horses you steal.
We never stole no horses.
These horses have no marca.
They come from the United States.
You have a factura for these horses?
No. We rode down here from San Angelo Texas. We dont have no papers on them. They're just our horses.
"'here do you cross the border.
Just out of Langtry Texas.
What is the number of men you kill.
I never killed nobody. I never stole nothin in my life. That's the truth.
Why you have guns for.
To shoot game.
Ghem?
Game. To hunt. Cazador.
Now you are hunters. Where is Rawlins.
Rawlins was close to tears. You're lookin at him, damn it. What is the true name of the assassin Blevins.
I dont know.
How long since you know him.
I dont know him. I dont know nothin about him.
The captain pushed back the chair and stood. He pulled down the hem of his coat to correct the wrinkles and he looked at Rawlins. You are very foolish, he said. Why do you want to have these troubles?
They let Rawlins go just inside the door and he slid to the floor and sat for a moment and then bent slowly forward and to one side and lay holding himself. The guard crooked his finger at John Grady who sat squinting up at them in the sudden light. He rose. He looked down at Rawlins.
You sons of bitches, he said.
Tell em whatever they want to hear, bud, whispered Rawlins. It dont make a damn.
Vámonos, said the guard.
What did you tell them?
Told em we was horsethieves and murderers. You will too.
But by then the guard had come forward and seized his arm and shoved him out the door and the other guard shut the door and pushed the boltshackle home in the padlock.
When they entered the office the captain sat as before. His hair newly slicked. John Grady stood before him. In the room aside from the desk and the chair that the captain sat in there were three folding metal chairs against the far wall that had an uncomfortable emptiness about them. As if people had got up and left. As if people expected were not coming. An old seedcompany calendar from Monterrey was nailed to the wall above them and in the corner stood an empty wire birdcage hung from a floorpedestal like some baroque lampstand.
On the captain's desk was a glass oil-lamp with a blackened chimney. An ashtray. A pencil that had been sharpened with a knife. Las esposas, he said.
The guard stepped forward and unlocked the handcuffs. The captain was looking out the window. He'd taken the pencil from the desk and was tapping his lower teeth with it. He turned and tapped the desk twice with the pencil and laid it down. Like a man calling a meeting to order.
Your friend has told us everything, he said.
He looked up.
You will find it is best to tell everything right away. That way you dont have no troubles.
You didnt have no call to beat up on that boy, said John Grady. We dont know nothin about Blevins. He asked to ride with us, that's all. We dont know nothin about the horse. The horse got away from him in a thunderstorm and showed up here and that's when the trouble started. We didnt have nothin to do with it. We been workin for señor Rocha goin on three months down at La Purísima. You went down there and told him a bunch of lies. Lacey Rawlins is as good a boy as ever come out of Tom Green County.
He is the criminal Smith.
His name aint Smith its Rawlins. And he aint a criminal. I've known him all my life. We were raised together. We went to the same school.
The captain sat back. He unbuttoned his shirtpocket and pushed his cigarettes up from the bottom in their package and took one out without removing the pack and buttoned the shirt again. The shirt had been tailored in military fashion and fit tightly and the cigarettes fit tightly in the pocket. He leaned in his chair and took a lighter from his coat and lit the cigarette and put the lighter on the desk beside the pencil and pulled the ashtray to him with one finger and leaned back in the chair and sat with his arm upright and the burning cigarette a few inches from his ear in a posture that seemed alien to him. As if perhaps he'd admired it somewhere in others.
What is your age, he said.
Sixteen. I'll be seventeen in six weeks.
What is the age of the assassin Blevins.
I dont know. I dont know nothin about him. He says he's sixteen. I'd guess fourteen is more like it. Thirteen even.
He dont have no feathers.
He what?
He dont have no feathers.
I wouldnt know about that. It dont interest me.
The captain's face darkened. He puffed on the cigarette. Then he put his hand on the desk palm upward and snapped his fingers.
Deme su billetera.
John Grady took his billfold from his hip pocket and stepped forward and laid it on the desk and stepped back. The captain looked at him. He leaned forward and took the billfold and sat back and opened it and began to take out the money, the cards. The photos. He spread everything out and looked up.
Where is your license of operator.
I dont have one.
You have destroy it.
I dont have one. I never did have one.
The assassin Blevins has no documents.
Probably not.
Why dont he have no documents.
He lost his clothes.
He lose his clothes?
Yes.
Why he come here to steal horses?
It was his horse.
The captain leaned back, smoking.
The horse is not his horse.
Well, you have it your own ignorant way.
Cómo?
As far as I know that horse is his horse. He had it with him in Texas and I know he brought it into Mexico because I seen him ride it across the river.
The captain sat drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. I dont believe you, he said.
John Grady didnt answer.
These are not the facts.
He half swiveled in his chair to look out the window.
Not the facts, he said. He turned and looked across his shoulder at the prisoner.
You have the opportunity to tell the truth here. Here. In three days you will go to Saltillo and then you will no have this opportunity. It will be gone. Then the truth will be in other hands. You see. We can make the truth here. Or we can lose it. But when you leave here it will be too late. Too late for truth. Then you you be in the hands of other parties. Who can say what the truth will be then? At that time? Then you will blame yourself. You will see.
There aint but one truth, said John Grady. The truth is what happened. It aint what come out of somebody's mouth.
You like this little town? said the captain.
It's all right.
It is very quiet here.
Yes.
The peoples in this town are quiet peoples. Everybody here is quiet all the time.
He leaned forward and stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray.
Then comes the assassin Blevins to steal horses and kill everybody. Why is this? He was a quiet boy and never do no harm and then he come here and do these things something like that?