I brought my fist straight up between the thighs of the man who held me by the hair, sinking it into his scrotum. I saw his body buckle, the knees come together, the shoulders pitch forward as though his lower bowels had been touched with a hot iron.
Then headlights shone in my driveway, bounced across the chicken run, and filled the barn and horse lot with shadows.
The three men were motionless, like stick figures caught under a pistol flare. I rolled sideways, stumbled and ran into the barn, my arms cupped over my head as one of them aimed and fired a pistol, a.22 perhaps, pop, pop, pop, in the darkness and I heard the rounds snap into wood like fat nails.
I thought I saw L.Q. Navarro, his tall silhouette and cocked ash-gray Stetson and gunbelt and holstered.45 double-action revolver superimposed against an eye-watering white brilliance.
Moments later Mary Beth Sweeney squatted next to me in Beau's stall, her nine-millimeter pushed down in the back of her blue jeans. My nose was filled with blood and I had to breathe through my mouth. She ran her hand through my hair and wiped the straw and dirt out of my eyes. My face jerked when she touched me.
'Oh Billy Bob,' she said.
'Where are they?'
'They took off in a four-wheel-drive through the back of your property… Let's go inside. I'll call the dispatcher.'
'No, call Marvin Pomroy.'
I got to my feet, my hands inserted between the slats of the stall. The high beams of her car were still on, and the inside of the barn was sliced with electric light. She put her arm around my waist, and we walked together toward my back door as the wind twisted and bent the branches of the chinaberry tree over our heads.
chapter seventeen
I stood shirtless in my bedroom on the third floor, the cordless phone held to one side of my head, a towel filled with ice held against the other. My shirt was on the floor, the collar flecked with blood. I could feel a burning in my lower back that I couldn't relieve, no matter which way I moved.
'You never saw them before?' Marvin said through the phone.
'No… I don't think.'
'You're unsure?'
'The guy who watched, the one who dropped the knife on the ground… Maybe I'm imagining things.'
'Where'd you see him?'
'It's like you remember people from dreams. I'm not feeling too well now, Marvin. Let me get back to you.'
'I'll put a deputy on your house.'
'No, you won't.'
'No faith,' he said.
'You're a good guy, Marvin. I don't care what people say.'
I heard him laugh before he hung up.
I clicked off the phone and set it down on the table by the window where Mary Beth sat, her violet eyes close set with thought.
'You think you saw one of those guys before?' she said.
'L.Q. Navarro and I went up against this same mule down in Coahuila three or four times. I always saw him in the dark. Sometimes I see people at night who remind me of him, like you see people inside dreams. A therapist told me-'
'What?'
'That it was unexpiated guilt. It's the kind of thing therapists like to talk about.'
'I worry about you.'
'I'd better take a shower,' I said.
'You should go to the hospital.'
'I've wasted enough of the night on these guys. Why don't you get yourself something to eat in the kitchen?'
'Eat?'
'Yeah.'
'Too much,' she said.
After she went downstairs, I got into the shower stall and turned the hot water into my face and hair and propped my palms against the tile and let the blood and dirt and dried sweat boil out of my skin and sluice into the drain.
But when I closed my eyes I felt the bottom of the stall tilt under my feet and I saw streamers of colored light, like tracers in a night sky, behind my eyelids. I dried off and dressed in my underwear, one hand gripped on the bathroom door for balance. I saw the horizon dip outside the window and I heard a voice say Just so you'll know what's going on, we're cutting of your ears, and I toppled sideways across a chair onto the floor.
Then Mary Beth was beside me, her hands gripped under my arms, pulling me erect, helping me to the bed. I fell back on the pillow and dragged the sheet across my loins. She sat on the edge of the mattress, her eyes staring down into mine. Outside the window the sky was sealed with a flat layer of black clouds that pulsed with lightning.
'I'm all right,' I said.
'You want me to go?'
I started to speak, but she saw the answer in my eyes and she leaned over me and brushed my forehead with her fingers and kissed me lightly on the mouth. The tips of her curls touched my cheeks, and I could smell her shampoo and the heat in her skin. I held her and kissed her again. She slipped off her shoes and lay beside me, her face inches from mine.
'I've seen your jacket. Your kind always gets hurt, Billy Bob,' she said.
'You are a fed.'
She didn't reply. Instead, she gathered her arms around me and pulled me against her, releasing her breath against my cheek, molding me against her, her ankle tucked inside mine.
I waited to sit up, to change my position, but I felt two bright tentacles of pain slip along my spine and wrap around the front of my thighs.
'Wait,' she said. She stood up, unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the floor, then unsnapped her blue jeans and worked them off her hips and stepped out of them. Behind her, I could see clouds racing across the land, blooming with quicksilver, splintering the hills with electricity.
She turned away from me briefly, unhooked her bra and slipped off her panties, then sat on the edge of the mattress, pulled the sheet away from my body, and lay against me. I tried to turn on my shoulder so that I faced her, but again I felt a muscular spasm seize my lower back and send a pain through my thighs that made my mouth drop open.
'Don't move,' she said, and spread her thighs and sat on top of me, her arms propped on each side of me. She smiled down into my face. The freckles on her shoulders and the tops of her breasts looked like tiny brown flowers. I traced my fingers around her nipples and took them in my mouth, then felt an unrelieved hardness and desire in my loins that I couldn't contain, that was like an envelope of heat glowing off of iron, that ached to enter her softness and the beauty and charity of her body, which gave satisfaction and sanctuary long before orgasm.
'I'll be here for you,' she whispered, her lips against my cheek, her passion so genuine and pure that I knew secretly, as all men do, I was undeserving of it.
chapter eighteen
Early the next morning, I put ice on the tubular swelling along the side of my head and went to a doctor for the muscle spasms in my lower back. He showed me a set of exercises that involved lying on the floor and raising the knees to the chest and sitting in a chair and touching the floor while I sucked in my stomach. I was amazed to find that a level of pain that had been so intense could drain out of my body like water, at least temporarily.
'Whenever you feel the pain, do the exercise. You'll be fine. Just avoid any sudden movement in your back,' the doctor said. He took a ballpoint pen out of his shirt pocket. 'You want a prescription?'
'No, thanks.'
'It's light stuff.'
'It always is.'
'Tell me you're not still six-parts Baptist, Billy Bob.'
Later, I went to the health club and sat in the steam room, then showered and walked to Marvin Pomroy's office in the courthouse.
'We put out a bulletin on the three guys but we didn't have much to go on,' he said.