Eighty, seveneighty, called the auctioneer. Will you do it. The man wont take less.
The rider rode the horse around the arena. He crossed diagonally and stopped and backed.
That's a good usin horse and a good ropin horse, the auc?tioneer said. The horse is worth a thousand dollars. All right now. I've got eight got eight got eight. Eight and a half now. Eightfifty eightfifty eightfifty.
The horse sold for eight and a quarter and they brought in an Arabian mare that sold for seventeen. Mac watched them lead her back out again.
I wouldnt have that crazy bitch on the place, he said.
They auctioned off a flashy palomino gelding that brought thirteen hundred dollars. Mac looked up from his notes. Where the hell do people get that kind of money? he said.
Oren shook his head.
Did Wolfenbarger bid on him?
You said not to look over there.
I know it. Did he?
Yep.
He didnt buy him though, did he.
No.
I thought you wasnt goin to look over there.
I didnt have to. He was wavin his hand like the place had caught fire.
Mac shook his head and sat looking at his notes.
They're fixin to run that rough string in here in a minute, Oren said.
What kind of money you think we're talkin about?
I would expect a man could buy them horses for a hundred dollars a head.
What would you do with the other three, run em back through?
Run em back through. Or you might do better to sell em off out at the place.
Mac nodded. Might, he said. He glanced across the stands. I hate that sumbuck goin to school on me.
I know it.
He lit a cigarette. They watched the stableboy bring in the next horse.
I'd say he's come to buy, said Oren.
I'd say he has too.
He'll bid on ever one of them horses of Red's. See if he dont. I know it. We ought to shill him just a little bit.
Oren didnt answer.
A fool and his money, said Mac. John Grady what's wrong with that horse?
Not a thing that I know of.
I thought you said it was some kind of a mongrel outcross. A Martian horse or somethin.
Horse might be a little coldblooded.
Oren spat over the boards and grinned.
Coldblooded? said Mac.
Yessir.
The horse was bid in at three hundred dollars.
How old was that thing. You remember?
It was eleven.
Yeah, said Oren. About six years ago it was.
The bidding went to four and a half. Mac tugged at his ear. I'm just a horsetradin fool, he said. The spotter pointed to the auctioneer.
I got five got five got five got five now, called the auctioneer. I thought you didnt like to do that, said Oren.
Do what? said Mac.
The bidding went to six and then six and a half.
He's not opened that mouth or shook his head or done nothin, the auctioneer said. Horse worth a little more money than that, folks.
The horse was sold at seven hundred. Wolfenbarger never bid. Oren glanced at Mac.
Cute sumbuck, aint he? Mac said.
You care if I say somethin.
Say it.
Why dont we do what we said and just trade like he wasnt here.
Damn if you aint awful hard on a man. Callin on him to fol?low his own advice.
It's hell, aint it.
You're probably right. Be the best strategy anyway for a ned like him.
The stableboy brought out the roan four year old from McKinney and they bid the horse in at six hundred.
Where's that string at? said Mac.
I dont know.
Well, we're fixin to get down to the nutcuttin.
He put one finger to his ear. The spotter raised his hand. The auctioneer's voice clapped back from the high speakers. I got six got six got six. Do we hear seven. Who'll give me seven. Seven now. Seven seven seven.
Yonder he goes with that hand.
I see him.
The horse went to seven and seven and a half and eight. The horse went to eight and a half.
Bidders all over the barn, aint they? said Oren.
All over the barn.
Well there aint nothin you can do about it. What's this horse worth?
I dont know. Whatever it sells for. John Grady?
I liked the horse.
I wish they'd of run that string through first.
I know you got a figure in mind.
I did have.
It's the same horse out here that it was in the paddock.
Spoke like a gentleman.
The bidding was stalled at eight and a half. The auctioneer took a drink of water. This is a nice horse, boys, he said. You're way off on this one.
The rider rode the horse down and turned it and came back. He rode it with no bridle but only a rope looped around its neck and he turned and sat the horse. I'll tell you what now, he called. I dont own a hair on him but this is a gaited horse.
It'll cost you a thousand dollars to breed to his mama, said the auctioneer. What do you say boys?
The spotter raised his hand.
I got nine got nine got nine. Now half half half. Nine and a half. Now half. Niner and now half.
Can I say somethin, said John Grady.
I wish you would.
You aint buyin him to sell, are you?
No, I aint.
Well then I think you ought to get the horse you want.
You think a lot of him.
Yessir.
Oren shook his head and leaned and spat. Mac sat looking in his book.
He's goin to cost me no matter what I do, one way of lookin at it.
The horse?
No, not the damn horse.
The bidding went to nine and a half and then a thousand.
John Grady looked at Mac and then looked out at the arena. I know that old boy up yonder in the checked shirt, said Mac. I do too, said Oren.
I'd like to see em buy back their own horse.
I would too.
Mac bought the horse for eleven hundred dollars. Put me in the damn poorhouse, he said.
That's a good horse, said John Grady.
I know how good a horse it is. Dont go tryin to make me feel better.
Dont pay no attention to him, son, said Oren. He wants you to brag on his horse only he's just a little backwards about it is all.
What do you think old highpockets cost me on that trade?
Probably didnt cost you nothin on that one, Oren said. He might be fixin to cost you on the next one though.
The groom was wetting down the dust in the barn with a waterhose. They brought in the fourhorse string and Mac bought them too.
Like a thief in the dark, called the auctioneer. Number one of four. Sold at five and a quarter.
That could of been more painful than what it was I reckon, Mac said.
Skippin through the raindrops.
Yep.
He watched the groom lead the next horse out.
You remember this horse, John Grady.
Yessir. I remember all of em.
Mac thumbed his notes. You get in the habit of writin everthing down and after a while you cant remember nothin.
The reason you started writin stuff down in the first place was cause you couldnt remember nothin, Oren said.
I know this little horse, said Mac. I'd sure like to sell him to Wolfenbarger.
I thought you was goin to leave him be.
He could start a circus.
This is a smoothmouthed horse about eight year old, called the auctioneer. A good usin horse and a good ropin horse and he's worth quite a bit more than what you got him started at.
He needs to buy that horse. It'll do about anything except travel in a straight line. Ought to suit him right down to the ground.
The rider rode the horse hard up and back before the stands, closereining the horse and doubling back.
Five five five, called the auctioneer. This is a good horse, boys. Guaranteed to be sound. Work close like that. Like a cat in a stovepipe, folks. Now half now half now half.
Mac tugged at his ear. Five and a half now six now six now six, called the auctioneer.