July 4, 2025 • 15 mins
Dive into the gripping narrative of Thieves Like Us, also known as Your Red Wagon. Set against the backdrop of the Great Depression, it tells the story of Bowie Bowers, a young prison escapee who, along with two accomplices, sets his sights on a daring bank heist. As plans unravel, Bowie finds himself entangled in a passionate love affair with Keechie, a relative of one of his partners in crime. This classic noir tale of doomed lovers on the run has been immortalized in film not once, but twice. Originally by Nicholas Ray in 1940s They Live By Night and later by Robert Altman in 1973s rendition of Thieves Like Us. Join us as we delve into this captivating tale. - Synopsis by Ben Tucker
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Chapter eight of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson. This
LibriVox recordings in the public domain read by Ben Tucker.
Chapter eight. Last night, Tee Dub had drawn the short straw,
but because he knew more about the inside of a bank,
it was decided Chickamaw would drop the black v eight
and Bowie would get inside with a tea Dub. They
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had gotten out of bed at four o'clock this morning,
driven out to the derreck hole, and left the gun
metal sedan. Now it was six o'clock and they sat
parked in front of the Seer's Roebuck Company store, next
to the Garanti's State Bank. The empty street looked as
wide as a river. If Bowie and me are not
out of there by nine o'clock, t Dub said, you
better be coming in after us, Chickamau. Chickamau lifted his
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head in a laughing gesture. Somewhere the sound of a
street sweeping machine word and threshed away down the street.
In front of the cafe, a man came out and
got in a car. The slamming door echoed in the
canyon of buildings. The car vanished. Here it comes, boys,
Bowie said, he pointed up the street. A negro and
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a gray rope sweater was approaching. Bowie and Tee Dub
got out of the car and stood beside it. The
negro was a middle aged man with sidghburns like steel wool.
He stood there at the bank door, selecting a key
on the ring. He inserted the key and grasped a knob.
We're going in with you, Shine teet Up said. Bowie
pressed the gun's barrel firmly against the rope sweater, and
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they went into the bank's clean, early morning gloom. Bowie
squatted down and looked under the slit of the drawn
blind Chickamauw was driving off. The negro breathed like he
had been running, his wrists sticking rigidly out of the
frayed sweatercuffs. I doesn't quite understand this, he said. Don't
bother yourself, Shine teet Up said, You're liable to wake
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up with somebody patting you in the face with a
spade if you do. Bowie started tying the negro's thumbs
behind him with copper wire. Mister, I've been ported in
here for twenty years. You've ben ask anybody in zolting
everybody here knows Old Ted right here in his bank
for twenty years when they had the old building. Yes, sir,
I've been. That's enough, Shine Teetub said. Now you'd like
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to be able to go to church again next Sunday,
wouldn't you? Yes, sir? Then you just answer the questions
I'm going to ask you. Yes, sir, I never lied
to nobody in my life. You're asking anybody in Zelting
about me. The clocks over the front door indicated six thirty.
On both sides of the gray tiled floor at the
front of the bank where brown railings, and inside of
these were clean desks with lettered stands president, vice president,
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vice president. The bronze cages fenced the passageway of glass
topped tables back to the vault. It was a big,
broad door of aluminum and black colors. To the right
was a passageway that led to the side entrance door.
What time is that big vault back there on latch,
Shine Teetub said, Captain, that's something I don't know about.
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Some of the big bosses don't even know that. Mister
Berger knows about it. What times he come down? He's
the first one, little before eight Bowie moved around through
the slits of the Venetian blind. At the side entrance door,
he saw the closed stell doors of the freight depot.
An oil truck went past. The clock ticked. Seven more
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automobiles were sounding on the streets outside. Now a switch
engine whistled, and then the intersection railroad signal began to dog.
The exhaust of a bus popped fluttered. Bowie read the
hand lettered football schedule on the wire stand by the
front door. The knob of the front door turned and
the man, smelling of hair tonic and shaving lotion, came in.
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He was short and had a belly as round as
the sides of a mare and foal. Mister Burger teed up,
said he had an open pocket knife in his left hand.
The man stood there, his left hand extended and a
paralyzed door closing movement. His head went up and down.
Mister Burger, this is a stick up. If you want
to stay a healthy man, and I think you do,
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you'll just cooperate. Uh see Berger said it was seven fifteen.
The heavy doors of the freight depot creaked and groaned,
and opening box cars bumped in the railroad yards. Automobile
horns sounded seven forty five. Through the blind slots of
the side door, Bowie saw the black flannel coat the
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silk clad ankles of a woman. He turned and Tee Dub,
standing in front of the vault with mister Berger and Shine, nodded.
Bowie opened the door. The woman gasped like she had
been pricked with a pen, and Bowie put his hand
over her mouth. She became limp in his arms. Take
it easy now, lady, Bowie said, nobody's going to hurt you.
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Be calm, miss Bigger Stuff. Mister Burger said, these men
are not desperadoes. I never kill anybody. Tee Dub said,
if they just do what I tell them to. Eight
thirty Bowie peered through the blind slots. The black v
eight was parked there now, Chickamauw's head down over a
spread newspaper on the steering wheel. A match worked in
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his mouth. That Indian, mister Burger and Tea Dub were
inside the vault. Now. A cage door clicked and rattled.
Bowie's toes squirmed in his shoes. Sack at Tea Dub
dump it in just a minute, chick Amaw, Mister Burger
came out. Then Tee Dub with the bulge in laundry
sacks slung across his back. Ready, Teetub said, Ready. Bowie said,
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we're gonna take you folks with us. Tee Dub said,
there's a four just outside that door there, and you
go out there and get in it, and don't let
me see any of you looking at anybody, because if
you do, you're liable to get somebody killed. There were
two men and stripped overalls working on the loading platform
across the street, but they did not stop. Mister Burger
and Miss Bigger Staff and Shine got in the back
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and Bowie he told Seyn to lay on the floor.
Tee Dub got in front with Chickamauw. They moved off.
The young fellow parking the coop stared he had on
a tan suit and horn rim glasses. Tee Dub turned around.
You know him one of the boys on the bank.
Mister Burger said, the speed indicator rose passed the Candy
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Factory Produce Company, Cotton Compress Nigger Town. A farmer high
up on the cotton wagon saluted. Chickamau waved back. They
crossed the railroad tracks and then sped up the straight
dirt road toward the picket of telephone poles that marked
the highway. Miss Bigger Staff looked at Bowie, what are
you gonna do with us? Don't worry, lady, I have
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done everything in the world I could, man, Mister Burger said.
Tee Dub turned round. You folks, just set steady. Now
you've done alright and everything is okay. Now Bowie could
see the grinning lines on Chickamauw's cheek. He smiled too.
The speedometer needle vibrated on eighty. Miss Bigger Staff shivered
as if she were cold, holding to the top rung
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of the derrick ladder. Bowie saw the car leave the highway.
It's aluminum glittering like signal mirrors, and come on to
this road. He whistled, and below, Tee Dub and chickamau
picked up the corners of the spread cotton picking sack
with its piles of currency, but the car was only
turning around. Bowie whistled again and shook his head violently.
The canvas was spread again over in the black sedan.
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Mister Berger, Miss Bigger Staff and Shine sat the feet
of the men bound in copper wire for three hours now,
Tee Dub had been dealing the bills, and still he
was wetting his fingers and going on. That's the prettiest
sight I ever saw, Bowie thought, bar none. He shifted
his arm through the wrung and grasped his belt. Bar none.
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Chickamaull relieved Bowie. On the lookout. T Dub grinned as
Bowie approached. No, Sir Bowie, and that wasn't my first bank,
but I never saw one go sweeter. I never saw
a prettier sight. And looking down here from up there,
Bowie said. Over in the black car, the glass rattled,
and Bowie saw miss bigger staff wrapping. Go see what
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they want, Tee Dub said. Bowie came back. It's the lady.
I think she wants to go to the bathroom. I
think that's what she wants. She won't rab it let
her out. That burger over there told me we got
ten thousand dollars in securities here. That's not worth anything
to us, and mean a lot to him. He's a
damn liar. There's sixty thousand dollars worth here. But he
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can have him back. They're no good to us. At last,
the money was counted and divided. There was twenty two,
six hundred and seventy five dollars apiece. In the dusk,
Chickima and Bowie tied mister Burger and shined to Mesquites.
Then chickamau went on up the road out of sight,
and presently they heard the motor of the gun metal
firing and moved toward the hills and the Gusherton Highway.
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Bowie drove the black car and Tee Dub sat in
the back with Miss Bigger Staff. We're just going to
take you up here a couple of miles, Lady Tee
Dub said, and then you can walk back and Untie
that gentleman friend of yours on the Gusherton Highway. Bowie
and Tee Dub got in the gun medal with chickamauw
and left the flaming black car behind the house in
the resort town of clear Waters was an eight room
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Spanish stucco with a patio with three car garage and
big sparrow field poplar trees in the parkways. It was
a corner place and across from it was a four
story apartment house. Bowie sat in the living room now
soaking in his richness. There was a radio and a secretary,
and brocaded coverings on the divan and chairs. The lights
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on the rough plaster walls were shaped like candlesticks. Confession
and movie magazines littered the floor, and the ash trays
were full of cigarette butts stained with lipstick. From the
kitchen where Maddie and Lula and Tee Dub were cooking,
came the smell of ham and eggs. Chickamaul came in,
his hair plastered and smelling of perfumed oil, and indicated
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the room with a roll of his head. Pretty good
for some old boys that didn't have a pot or
a window to throw it out. Three weeks ago away,
big boy, pretty nice Bowie said, you tied up with
some fast company, didn't you, boy, I'll say. Lula came
in with Tee Dove following. She was tall and had
on a cotton house dress and blue anklets. Her shaved
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legs had scratches on them, and there was the tattoo
of red heart on the back of her left hand.
Don't you think Lula and me it would make a team,
Tee Dub said. They sat on the divan and Tee
Dub put his arm around her waist and began fingering
the cloth over her stomach. Last time I saw this
little outfit, she was just up to my knees. And
now look at her. He's nuts, Lulas said. I think
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you got him going, Lula, Bowie said. Lula slapped Teetub's
hand away and reached in his coat pocket and brought
out a package of cigarettes. She extended them toward Bowie
and then Chickamaw. They shook their heads. Tea Dub held
a match for yes, sir, this little girl is going
to put a tattoo on her for me pretty soon.
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He winked at Bowie and then Chickamaw. And it ain't
going to be on her hand. The smoke gushed from
Lula's nostrils, and she flecked the cigarette toward the ash tray.
I wouldn't be so sure about that, now, mister, she said.
And if I'm going up to that drug store before
our midnight supper, you'd better be giving me a few
nickels and let me get started. Maddie came in. She
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had a dish towel tied over the black silk dress
like an apron. You boys come and get it was
that Lula leavin Tea Dub. We ought to wait until
she gets back for we eat. Teetub said, come on,
Mattie said, their knives and forks scraped and slashed the
eggs in him. I don't wonder that butt of mine
isn't working his head off to get out with cooking
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like this, Maddie. Teetub said, it's not cooking that's going
to get him out. Maddie said. Lula thrust the newspaper
toward Tee Dub. It's all over the front page, she said,
all over it. Tee Dub pushed plates aside and spread
the newspaper and chick 'm on BOWI bent over him. Zelton,
September twenty eighth, in one of the boldest bank hold
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ups in West Texas history, three armed bandits this morning
robbed the Guarantees State Bank here, kidnapped at Burger vice president,
his secretary, Miss Almah biggerstaff, and escaped with what bank
officials estimated at more than one hundred thousand dollars in
cash and securities. Burger and Miss biggerstaff with Ted Phillips
Negro Bank porter also kidnapped by the trio were picked
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up by passing motorists twenty miles east of here at
eight o'clock tonight. Miss Biggerstaff was in a hysterical condition
from the day of terror and imprisonment. Working with the
precision of master criminals, the robbers entered the bank before
the doors opened this morning, arriving bank employees unable to
get into the bank at eight o'clock sounded the alarm.
William Pleasant bank bookkeeper saw a black, crowded sedan leaving
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the bank's side entrance as he was getting ready to park,
but did not realize its full significance until later. Today's
hold up followed within less than a week the three
thousand dollar robbery of the Farmer State Bank at Moorhead,
Adjoining community. Local authorities believed both crimes were committed by
the same band. One of the bandits police chief, Robert Blakeley,
announced here tonight has been positively identified as an escaped
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Oklahoma convict. Uh ah Tee Dub said, they got me identified.
I don't care which one they got identified. Chickama said,
they ain't going to have to guess long to know
who is with you. The food in Bowie's stomach felt
like he was expanding. A posse of more than two
hundred police officers and citizens combed the country around here
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throughout the day in a fruitless search. At a called
meeting this morning of the Chamber of Commerce, directors authorized
the posting of a one hundred dollars reward for the capture,
dead or alive of any member of the gang. Now,
what did we do, boys, chickma, said l E. Sellers,
a farmer living four miles east of town, reported that
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a loaded car passed him shortly after eight o'clock this morning,
traveling east at a high rate of speed. The bandits
were described as being well dressed men around thirty years
of age. If it had not been for the bravery
of mister Burger, Miss Bigger staff declared, I am afraid
we would not be alive to tell our stories. They
threatened our lives almost every minute. Mister Burger talked to
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them coolly. The two bank robbers in this vicinity this
past week marked the first time in four years that
a bank has been robbed in this section. The last
one was at Stockton, forty miles southwest of here, by
the famous Trawler gang. Trawler was hanged by an enraged
Mobb at Stockton last December, after he killed a jailer
in a desperate attempt to escape. Tee Dub pushed the
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newspaper aside, Well, boys, that's the situation. They sure did
put it all over the front page, didn't they, Lula said,
The next time, sweetheart, te Dub said, you bring us
some good news. Chris Let's finish eating Chickamaw said. Bowie
lay on the ivory and laid bed under the smooth
sheet and silken comfort in the feminine mirror paneled room,
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where the perfume of powders and toilet waters still lingered.
That blows me up, he thought, Yes, sir, that sure
blows me up. On going back to ALKI up in
the living room, Lula giggled, and then there was Tee
Dub's rumbling laugh. The Mexican orchestra of the Border radio
station was playing La Golondrina, a background of guitar strumming stinctively.
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Bowie moved, and the forty five was cold against his
naked thigh. Yes, sir, that sure blows me up. But
what are you grippin about? Man? You got twenty two
thousand dollars right, under this bed end of chapter eight,
Chapter eight of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson. This
LibriVox recordings in the public domain read by Ben Tucker.
Chapter eight. Last night, Tee Dub had drawn the short straw,
but because he knew more about the inside of a bank,
it was decided Chickamaw would drop the black v eight
and Bowie would get inside with a tea Dub. They
(00:22):
had gotten out of bed at four o'clock this morning,
driven out to the derreck hole, and left the gun
metal sedan. Now it was six o'clock and they sat
parked in front of the Seer's Roebuck Company store, next
to the Garanti's State Bank. The empty street looked as
wide as a river. If Bowie and me are not
out of there by nine o'clock, t Dub said, you
better be coming in after us, Chickamau. Chickamau lifted his
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head in a laughing gesture. Somewhere the sound of a
street sweeping machine word and threshed away down the street.
In front of the cafe, a man came out and
got in a car. The slamming door echoed in the
canyon of buildings. The car vanished. Here it comes, boys,
Bowie said, he pointed up the street. A negro and
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a gray rope sweater was approaching. Bowie and Tee Dub
got out of the car and stood beside it. The
negro was a middle aged man with sidghburns like steel wool.
He stood there at the bank door, selecting a key
on the ring. He inserted the key and grasped a knob.
We're going in with you, Shine teet Up said. Bowie
pressed the gun's barrel firmly against the rope sweater, and
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they went into the bank's clean, early morning gloom. Bowie
squatted down and looked under the slit of the drawn
blind Chickamauw was driving off. The negro breathed like he
had been running, his wrists sticking rigidly out of the
frayed sweatercuffs. I doesn't quite understand this, he said. Don't
bother yourself, Shine teet Up said, You're liable to wake
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up with somebody patting you in the face with a
spade if you do. Bowie started tying the negro's thumbs
behind him with copper wire. Mister, I've been ported in
here for twenty years. You've ben ask anybody in zolting
everybody here knows Old Ted right here in his bank
for twenty years when they had the old building. Yes, sir,
I've been. That's enough, Shine Teetub said. Now you'd like
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to be able to go to church again next Sunday,
wouldn't you? Yes, sir? Then you just answer the questions
I'm going to ask you. Yes, sir, I never lied
to nobody in my life. You're asking anybody in Zelting
about me. The clocks over the front door indicated six thirty.
On both sides of the gray tiled floor at the
front of the bank where brown railings, and inside of
these were clean desks with lettered stands president, vice president,
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vice president. The bronze cages fenced the passageway of glass
topped tables back to the vault. It was a big,
broad door of aluminum and black colors. To the right
was a passageway that led to the side entrance door.
What time is that big vault back there on latch,
Shine Teetub said, Captain, that's something I don't know about.
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Some of the big bosses don't even know that. Mister
Berger knows about it. What times he come down? He's
the first one, little before eight Bowie moved around through
the slits of the Venetian blind. At the side entrance door,
he saw the closed stell doors of the freight depot.
An oil truck went past. The clock ticked. Seven more
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automobiles were sounding on the streets outside. Now a switch
engine whistled, and then the intersection railroad signal began to dog.
The exhaust of a bus popped fluttered. Bowie read the
hand lettered football schedule on the wire stand by the
front door. The knob of the front door turned and
the man, smelling of hair tonic and shaving lotion, came in.
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He was short and had a belly as round as
the sides of a mare and foal. Mister Burger teed up,
said he had an open pocket knife in his left hand.
The man stood there, his left hand extended and a
paralyzed door closing movement. His head went up and down.
Mister Burger, this is a stick up. If you want
to stay a healthy man, and I think you do,
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you'll just cooperate. Uh see Berger said it was seven fifteen.
The heavy doors of the freight depot creaked and groaned,
and opening box cars bumped in the railroad yards. Automobile
horns sounded seven forty five. Through the blind slots of
the side door, Bowie saw the black flannel coat the
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silk clad ankles of a woman. He turned and Tee Dub,
standing in front of the vault with mister Berger and Shine, nodded.
Bowie opened the door. The woman gasped like she had
been pricked with a pen, and Bowie put his hand
over her mouth. She became limp in his arms. Take
it easy now, lady, Bowie said, nobody's going to hurt you.
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Be calm, miss Bigger Stuff. Mister Burger said, these men
are not desperadoes. I never kill anybody. Tee Dub said,
if they just do what I tell them to. Eight
thirty Bowie peered through the blind slots. The black v
eight was parked there now, Chickamauw's head down over a
spread newspaper on the steering wheel. A match worked in
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his mouth. That Indian, mister Burger and Tea Dub were
inside the vault. Now. A cage door clicked and rattled.
Bowie's toes squirmed in his shoes. Sack at Tea Dub
dump it in just a minute, chick Amaw, Mister Burger
came out. Then Tee Dub with the bulge in laundry
sacks slung across his back. Ready, Teetub said, Ready. Bowie said,
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we're gonna take you folks with us. Tee Dub said,
there's a four just outside that door there, and you
go out there and get in it, and don't let
me see any of you looking at anybody, because if
you do, you're liable to get somebody killed. There were
two men and stripped overalls working on the loading platform
across the street, but they did not stop. Mister Burger
and Miss Bigger Staff and Shine got in the back
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and Bowie he told Seyn to lay on the floor.
Tee Dub got in front with Chickamauw. They moved off.
The young fellow parking the coop stared he had on
a tan suit and horn rim glasses. Tee Dub turned around.
You know him one of the boys on the bank.
Mister Burger said, the speed indicator rose passed the Candy
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Factory Produce Company, Cotton Compress Nigger Town. A farmer high
up on the cotton wagon saluted. Chickamau waved back. They
crossed the railroad tracks and then sped up the straight
dirt road toward the picket of telephone poles that marked
the highway. Miss Bigger Staff looked at Bowie, what are
you gonna do with us? Don't worry, lady, I have
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done everything in the world I could, man, Mister Burger said.
Tee Dub turned round. You folks, just set steady. Now
you've done alright and everything is okay. Now Bowie could
see the grinning lines on Chickamauw's cheek. He smiled too.
The speedometer needle vibrated on eighty. Miss Bigger Staff shivered
as if she were cold, holding to the top rung
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of the derrick ladder. Bowie saw the car leave the highway.
It's aluminum glittering like signal mirrors, and come on to
this road. He whistled, and below, Tee Dub and chickamau
picked up the corners of the spread cotton picking sack
with its piles of currency, but the car was only
turning around. Bowie whistled again and shook his head violently.
The canvas was spread again over in the black sedan.
(07:11):
Mister Berger, Miss Bigger Staff and Shine sat the feet
of the men bound in copper wire for three hours now,
Tee Dub had been dealing the bills, and still he
was wetting his fingers and going on. That's the prettiest
sight I ever saw, Bowie thought, bar none. He shifted
his arm through the wrung and grasped his belt. Bar none.
(07:32):
Chickamaull relieved Bowie. On the lookout. T Dub grinned as
Bowie approached. No, Sir Bowie, and that wasn't my first bank,
but I never saw one go sweeter. I never saw
a prettier sight. And looking down here from up there,
Bowie said. Over in the black car, the glass rattled,
and Bowie saw miss bigger staff wrapping. Go see what
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they want, Tee Dub said. Bowie came back. It's the lady.
I think she wants to go to the bathroom. I
think that's what she wants. She won't rab it let
her out. That burger over there told me we got
ten thousand dollars in securities here. That's not worth anything
to us, and mean a lot to him. He's a
damn liar. There's sixty thousand dollars worth here. But he
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can have him back. They're no good to us. At last,
the money was counted and divided. There was twenty two,
six hundred and seventy five dollars apiece. In the dusk,
Chickima and Bowie tied mister Burger and shined to Mesquites.
Then chickamau went on up the road out of sight,
and presently they heard the motor of the gun metal
firing and moved toward the hills and the Gusherton Highway.
(08:34):
Bowie drove the black car and Tee Dub sat in
the back with Miss Bigger Staff. We're just going to
take you up here a couple of miles, Lady Tee
Dub said, and then you can walk back and Untie
that gentleman friend of yours on the Gusherton Highway. Bowie
and Tee Dub got in the gun medal with chickamauw
and left the flaming black car behind the house in
the resort town of clear Waters was an eight room
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Spanish stucco with a patio with three car garage and
big sparrow field poplar trees in the parkways. It was
a corner place and across from it was a four
story apartment house. Bowie sat in the living room now
soaking in his richness. There was a radio and a secretary,
and brocaded coverings on the divan and chairs. The lights
(09:15):
on the rough plaster walls were shaped like candlesticks. Confession
and movie magazines littered the floor, and the ash trays
were full of cigarette butts stained with lipstick. From the
kitchen where Maddie and Lula and Tee Dub were cooking,
came the smell of ham and eggs. Chickamaul came in,
his hair plastered and smelling of perfumed oil, and indicated
(09:35):
the room with a roll of his head. Pretty good
for some old boys that didn't have a pot or
a window to throw it out. Three weeks ago away,
big boy, pretty nice Bowie said, you tied up with
some fast company, didn't you, boy, I'll say. Lula came
in with Tee Dove following. She was tall and had
on a cotton house dress and blue anklets. Her shaved
(09:57):
legs had scratches on them, and there was the tattoo
of red heart on the back of her left hand.
Don't you think Lula and me it would make a team,
Tee Dub said. They sat on the divan and Tee
Dub put his arm around her waist and began fingering
the cloth over her stomach. Last time I saw this
little outfit, she was just up to my knees. And
now look at her. He's nuts, Lulas said. I think
(10:21):
you got him going, Lula, Bowie said. Lula slapped Teetub's
hand away and reached in his coat pocket and brought
out a package of cigarettes. She extended them toward Bowie
and then Chickamaw. They shook their heads. Tea Dub held
a match for yes, sir, this little girl is going
to put a tattoo on her for me pretty soon.
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He winked at Bowie and then Chickamaw. And it ain't
going to be on her hand. The smoke gushed from
Lula's nostrils, and she flecked the cigarette toward the ash tray.
I wouldn't be so sure about that, now, mister, she said.
And if I'm going up to that drug store before
our midnight supper, you'd better be giving me a few
nickels and let me get started. Maddie came in. She
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had a dish towel tied over the black silk dress
like an apron. You boys come and get it was
that Lula leavin Tea Dub. We ought to wait until
she gets back for we eat. Teetub said, come on,
Mattie said, their knives and forks scraped and slashed the
eggs in him. I don't wonder that butt of mine
isn't working his head off to get out with cooking
(11:23):
like this, Maddie. Teetub said, it's not cooking that's going
to get him out. Maddie said. Lula thrust the newspaper
toward Tee Dub. It's all over the front page, she said,
all over it. Tee Dub pushed plates aside and spread
the newspaper and chick 'm on BOWI bent over him. Zelton,
September twenty eighth, in one of the boldest bank hold
(11:44):
ups in West Texas history, three armed bandits this morning
robbed the Guarantees State Bank here, kidnapped at Burger vice president,
his secretary, Miss Almah biggerstaff, and escaped with what bank
officials estimated at more than one hundred thousand dollars in
cash and securities. Burger and Miss biggerstaff with Ted Phillips
Negro Bank porter also kidnapped by the trio were picked
(12:05):
up by passing motorists twenty miles east of here at
eight o'clock tonight. Miss Biggerstaff was in a hysterical condition
from the day of terror and imprisonment. Working with the
precision of master criminals, the robbers entered the bank before
the doors opened this morning, arriving bank employees unable to
get into the bank at eight o'clock sounded the alarm.
William Pleasant bank bookkeeper saw a black, crowded sedan leaving
(12:28):
the bank's side entrance as he was getting ready to park,
but did not realize its full significance until later. Today's
hold up followed within less than a week the three
thousand dollar robbery of the Farmer State Bank at Moorhead,
Adjoining community. Local authorities believed both crimes were committed by
the same band. One of the bandits police chief, Robert Blakeley,
announced here tonight has been positively identified as an escaped
(12:51):
Oklahoma convict. Uh ah Tee Dub said, they got me identified.
I don't care which one they got identified. Chickama said,
they ain't going to have to guess long to know
who is with you. The food in Bowie's stomach felt
like he was expanding. A posse of more than two
hundred police officers and citizens combed the country around here
(13:12):
throughout the day in a fruitless search. At a called
meeting this morning of the Chamber of Commerce, directors authorized
the posting of a one hundred dollars reward for the capture,
dead or alive of any member of the gang. Now,
what did we do, boys, chickma, said l E. Sellers,
a farmer living four miles east of town, reported that
(13:32):
a loaded car passed him shortly after eight o'clock this morning,
traveling east at a high rate of speed. The bandits
were described as being well dressed men around thirty years
of age. If it had not been for the bravery
of mister Burger, Miss Bigger staff declared, I am afraid
we would not be alive to tell our stories. They
threatened our lives almost every minute. Mister Burger talked to
(13:52):
them coolly. The two bank robbers in this vicinity this
past week marked the first time in four years that
a bank has been robbed in this section. The last
one was at Stockton, forty miles southwest of here, by
the famous Trawler gang. Trawler was hanged by an enraged
Mobb at Stockton last December, after he killed a jailer
in a desperate attempt to escape. Tee Dub pushed the
(14:14):
newspaper aside, Well, boys, that's the situation. They sure did
put it all over the front page, didn't they, Lula said,
The next time, sweetheart, te Dub said, you bring us
some good news. Chris Let's finish eating Chickamaw said. Bowie
lay on the ivory and laid bed under the smooth
sheet and silken comfort in the feminine mirror paneled room,
(14:37):
where the perfume of powders and toilet waters still lingered.
That blows me up, he thought, Yes, sir, that sure
blows me up. On going back to ALKI up in
the living room, Lula giggled, and then there was Tee
Dub's rumbling laugh. The Mexican orchestra of the Border radio
station was playing La Golondrina, a background of guitar strumming stinctively.
(15:01):
Bowie moved, and the forty five was cold against his
naked thigh. Yes, sir, that sure blows me up. But
what are you grippin about? Man? You got twenty two
thousand dollars right, under this bed end of chapter eight,
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