July 6, 2025 • 14 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 ten of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson the
LibriVox recordings in the public Domain read by Ben Tucker.
Chapter ten. It was cold this morning, and the fallen
leaves of the poplar trees rustled and clattered on the
sidewalk in the wind. Bowie carried Chickamaw's black gladstone and
his own brown strapped bag out to the gun metal
(00:22):
and put them in the back seat an Dallas, I'm
gonna buy myself an overcoat, and pretty good to know
you got the old Mazuma in your pockets to buy
yourself a coat and anything else you might need. And
I sure got it on me. Seven thousand in that bag,
ten thousand in his coat pocket, and these two pants pockets,
and three thousand in silver in the trunk of this car.
(00:44):
Chickamau came out with the guns in a blanket, and
then Tee Dub with the black gladstone. Tee Dub's collar
was turned up around his throat and he moved like
his bones around hinges. He said it was rheumatism. All
you need is a good dose a lula, Chickamau said
at the Santa Fe Depot downtown tetub got out, saluted
and grinned, and went on in. He was going to Houston.
(01:07):
On the road to Dallas, Bowie and Chickamau talked about
how they were going to do things there. They would
register in at the biggest hotel. Bowie is a j
Peabody and Chickamau is Frank Masters baseball players from Denver, Colorado.
They would stay there all day, Chickamau getting his car,
and right after dark take out for Oklahoma. You better
not go too strong on one of those big cars,
(01:29):
Bowie said, get one of them big jobs and everybody
will be big eyeing you. That shows what you know
about it. Boy. If I could get me a green
packer with red wheels and a calliope whistle, o't to
do it, then they big eye the car instead of you.
After we give this car to d I think I'll
get me another V eight, Bowie said. The quiet of
the thick carpeted hotel Room eight fourteen was that of
(01:52):
a bathroom, and Bowie alone now soaked in it. Hotel
is just about the safest place for a man, he thought,
say one of these hotel clerks thought he saw something. Well,
he wouldn't be in any too big a hurry to
call a bunch of laws, and people staying in hotels
wouldn't appreciate a little war busting in their faces. Then
it was pretty hard for men to get in a
rank as long as he was throwing money. People taking
(02:15):
your money just didn't run off, and squawk men just
weren't made that way. He took a sheaf of currency
from his inside coat pocket and dropped it on the
blue counterpane, and brother I got it to throw. After
bathing and shaving, Bowie went down and sat in the lobby.
Everybody around him had on press suits and shine shoes
and watch chains across their vests. They're not the kind
(02:35):
of fellows, big eye you, bow We thought. It's these
hoosiers in these little filling stations that don't have anything
else to do but chew tobacco and looking them damned
detective magazines. After a little while, he went to the
street and started looking in the shop windows. In a mirror,
he studied his hat and decided that the brim was
too broad, too much like a cowboy. He went in
(02:56):
the department store on the corner, and besides the new hat,
he bought a breasted blue overcoat, two handbags, and a
powder blue suit with a belted back. I'll show that
Indian a fancy thing or two, and dud's myself. In
the jewelry store, he bought an open faced watch and chain,
and then a lady's wrist watch with six diamonds on
the band. That little soldier will open her eyes when
(03:17):
I hand her this. It was noon when he returned
eight fourteen, and Chickamau had not shown up. He tried
on the powder blue but it was just too much
of a go to hell suit for him. That little
soldier would give him the laugh if he turned up
in it. What am I ribbing myself up about that
girl for? I'm just going to fool around here and
make a donkey out of myself. That girl has other
(03:37):
things to think about besides the damn thief like you man.
Now is the time he decided to send some money
to mamma. Five of these one hundred dollar bills with
one of these pieces of hotel stationery around them, and
one of them envelopes. I wouldn't mind sending her five
thousand if it wasn't for that no good husband she's
got he'll get every damn bit of it. Now. If
it was that second husband she had, it would be okay.
(04:00):
He was a pretty good fellow. Dumb, but I wouldn't
mind helping him. Old Jim and Red up there in
ALKI could sure stand a few bucks. Jim sure liked
his sweet milk, and them charging twenty cents a cord
up there in that prison when you could buy it
in town for a nickel. An Old Red wouldn't smoke
nothing but tailor maids. I'll get to you boys. I'll
stop in one of these post offices pretty soon and
(04:21):
send you boys a hundred apiece. I've got to do
some stopping in some of these towns pretty soon and
get some of these dollar bills changed into twenties. Got
enough of them things to pack a wash tub. I'll
just start shoving them through these bank windows, twenty and
thirty at a time, and pretty soon i'll get rid
of em. Bowie pulled off his shoes and laid on
the bed eight fourteen oh eight plus one plus four
(04:47):
equals thirteen. Ah. There's nothing of that that's carrying it
too far. Mexico man. Money will go a long ways
down there. Three them payesos for a dollar twenty thousand,
Jesus Christ, that would be forty five thousand pesos, even
after he took out for a car and the other
expenses he would have while he stayed up here. Now,
(05:08):
if I go on through with it at Gusherton, Jesus Christ,
I'll be a damn rich man. Bowie woke up with
Chickamau standing above him. I thought I was gonna have
to pop my pistol to get you up. Man, you'd
be a pushover. He smelled a liquor. What time is it?
If we're gonna get out of here right after dark,
we better be getting in the saddle. Bowie had the
(05:31):
delicate spring feeling in his belly. When Chickamau up there
ahead of him and the new Auburn held out his hand,
Bowie slowed and then turned in to park along side
of him. At the sandwich stand, it was a neon
lighted place with beer signs and a lettered board of
sandwich prices. When the uniformed girl came out, chickama said
he wanted twelve bottles of beer to carry. After the
(05:52):
girl went back into the stand, Chickamau pointed up the street.
Toward the filling station on the left corner with the
gas thirteen cents sign. I run in that very station
up there once an there was an old boy in
there that sure big eyed me. He had a wooden leg.
I remember, I noticed him see out of the corner
of my eye. And finally he says to me, boy,
ain't no none of my business. But I know you.
(06:13):
I says to him, Brother, you jest think you know me.
He says, you're elm Ou Mobley as sure as hell.
But after you leave here, I've never seen anybody that
ever looked like you. He really knew you, did He
sure he did, But I never did. Let on see,
he says to me, boy, I just wish you had
got this bank here, for it went busted and took
my waddin. I'd rather for a poor boy like you
(06:35):
to have it. Annem goddamn bankers. Both of em bankers
are out of prison now and still living swell on
what they stole from me. In about four or five
hundred more folks here, I'll be dog gone. He was
real people. I gave him a ten and told him
to keep the change. You run into real people once
in a while, all right, The girl returned with the
(06:55):
bottles of beer and a sack and check em off
put them in his car. He said to Bowie, if
you're in such a big hurry, I'll just let you
set the pace out of this town. And I'm telling you, boy,
you'd better stomp it or I'm liable to run over you. Okay,
Bowie said. Bowie moved out of the boulevard toward the
Oklahoma Highway, the rear visioned mirror of his car reflecting
(07:17):
the following lights of Chickamaw's automobile. I'm gonna be in
Kyoto in an hour and a half. This buggy's gonna
get stomped. He felt that the small hard bulge in
his left vest pocket. Yes, the watch is still there.
He pressed the accelerator harder. The one lamp car approached
on the intersecting street ahead from the right, but there
(07:37):
was a stop sign there and Bowie stepped back on
the gas. The other car lunged right on across the
stop sign and Bowie stomped break and clutch swerved, but
the one lamp hit and then a bucket was shoved
down over Bowie's head and tons of shattering glass were
burying him, he thought, as as liable to get me
in trouble. Thrown from the sprung door of his car,
Bowie rose from the parquet grass feel light the figure
(08:00):
in his slow motion picture. He was on his feet now,
a terrific weight on his back. Yonder was his car.
The radiator caved in against a broken lamp post, and
behind it was an old coop. Somebody inside of it groaning.
It's one lamp still burning. Human forms moved like shadows
about Bowie. Now are you hurt, friend, shadow said no,
(08:22):
Bowie said. He moved toward his car, dragging the weight
that was like a plow. I gotta get that stuff.
I got to get that stuff. It was a woman
in the wrecked coop. Oh my god, Oh my god,
Oh my god. Bowie reached his car, grasped at the
handle with hands that felt like they had gone to sleep.
(08:44):
He staggered with the push. Good on over mont car,
Your damn boob, jakamav said. Somewhere now there was a
sound like a thousand trucks straining up a high hill
and first gear. It was not trucks, man, Bowie thought, sirens.
His fingers groped at the emptiness of his right hip
(09:04):
gone gone. That's the kind of luck I have, gentlemen.
He moved across the street through the working shadows, dragging
the plow toward Chickamau's car. He climbed into the front
seat and then thrown bags were thumping in the rear.
The hell with the rest, Chickamau boy, come on, everybody,
and his dog is coming. The flashlight was like a
(09:27):
blow torch in Bowie's face. The voice behind it said,
what's your hurry, buddy, I'm in no hurry, Bowie said,
I'm taking him to a doctor. Officer CHICKAMAUV said. Another
bag thumped in the back. He's bummed up pretty bad.
I'm pretty bad, bummed up, Bowie said. The flashlight clicked off,
(09:49):
and then he saw Officer the bulging chin that was
like a lick hogs knuckles. Another form in the black
hat was with him. Where are you from, Officer said, Denver.
Chickamau said, you fellows, come on to the hospital, by god,
if you want to ask questions. There's a woman over
there hurting. From what I can hear, you were traveling
(10:09):
too fast. Officer said, you got out of that car
and come on with me, and you too, buddy. Not
this time, friend, check Ama said second officer. Listen here, Bob,
you gotta get in jail yourself here far you know it,
Not this time, friend. Shoes scraped, and then the hoofs
of a thousand horses were thundering on a tin roof
(10:30):
above Bowie's head. Guns. Bowie reached toward the panel pocket.
This is liable to get me killed like a cut radio.
The noise ended. Then Chickamau was getting under the wheel.
The motor roared like an airplane taken off, and shadows
scattered in the street ahead of them like cottontail rabbits.
The car sliced the highway wind with the sound of
(10:50):
simmering water. Chickamau pressed the panel button, and the illuminated
speedometer to Bowie glowed through a mist. Chickamau tapped, and
the instrument board was dark again. You're bleeding like a
stuck pig, he said. I'm all right, you'd better snap
out of it. It was a little war. They were
men enough to start it. Let them be men enough
(11:13):
to take it. It was an old one light gelope
that got me come right out and got me good.
I'm gonna dump you with D's there's plenty of heat
behind us, and I'm gonna let you out and get
on up the road and burn this car. It was
a little war that old Gelope. You're not hurt bad,
are you? You're bleeding like a stuck pig. I'm all right.
(11:36):
They whipped around the red tail light of another car,
then the twin glow of another. I'm just sick of
my stomach, but we thought, that's all wow. I used
to get sick just from standing up when Mama was
cutting my hair. Her name was Peabody. Then no, that
was the first man. It was Vines, the carpenter one.
(11:56):
Then see chick them off. That shows you I have
snapped in my mind, is clear. Vines was his name.
Payne seized Bowie's back with the grip of a twisted
monkey wrench, and his belly muscles became as rigid as
a washboard. What the hell, chickamau said? All right, CHICKAMAUA
(12:17):
ran the car under the darkened shed of d. Mobley's
filling station, got out and vanished behind it. Just let
me lay down for an hour, Bowie thought, and then
I'll feel just as good as ever Chickamau came back
with d and when Bowie got out, his legs felt
like cooked macaroni, and he sunk to his knees. Ain't
that funny? He said. They carried him back to the bunk.
(12:40):
I put everything under the bed here. Chickamau said, thanks,
chickamauw Bowie said. The motor of Chickamau's car roared, and
he was gone, And then d Mobley gave Bowie a
drink of whiskey. It clawed his mouth and throat like fingernails.
Dee kept sitting down and getting up and moving around
the room. Finally, he said, you're not hurt bad, are you? No?
(13:03):
Bowie said, you see any use of me staying here?
Bowie shook his head, not a bit. D I don't
know what kind of trouble you boys got in, d said,
but I don't see any use of me hanging around
your heat. Your welcome is placed, though, And if it
wasn't for the fact that I'd be losing money, I'd
just as soon close it up and put a sign
out there on the front door and go up to Tulci.
(13:24):
I can put plenty of grub in here and water,
and you can stay here as long as you wanted.
Don't worry about the money. I gotta worry about it, bowie.
Bowie gave D ten fifty dollars bills. You better let
your folks know to stay away from here. Nobody comes
around here except Kichie. And I'll give her some of
this money and she can visit up in Muskogi or somewhere.
(13:46):
You better do that. The scraping branches of the pecan
tree against the bunks ten roofs sounded like cat claws
on a screen. I could be a lot worse off, bowie,
old boy, don't you think different? I could be laying
back yonder you dog on whistling. I still got the money.
The silver is gone, But to hell with that, that
(14:07):
old gilope A fourteen? That was it? Eight plus one
plus four equals thirteen. There you are, that was it.
And if it hadn't been for check them off. End
of chapter ten
Chapter ten of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson the
LibriVox recordings in the public Domain read by Ben Tucker.
Chapter ten. It was cold this morning, and the fallen
leaves of the poplar trees rustled and clattered on the
sidewalk in the wind. Bowie carried Chickamaw's black gladstone and
his own brown strapped bag out to the gun metal
(00:22):
and put them in the back seat an Dallas, I'm
gonna buy myself an overcoat, and pretty good to know
you got the old Mazuma in your pockets to buy
yourself a coat and anything else you might need. And
I sure got it on me. Seven thousand in that bag,
ten thousand in his coat pocket, and these two pants pockets,
and three thousand in silver in the trunk of this car.
(00:44):
Chickamau came out with the guns in a blanket, and
then Tee Dub with the black gladstone. Tee Dub's collar
was turned up around his throat and he moved like
his bones around hinges. He said it was rheumatism. All
you need is a good dose a lula, Chickamau said
at the Santa Fe Depot downtown tetub got out, saluted
and grinned, and went on in. He was going to Houston.
(01:07):
On the road to Dallas, Bowie and Chickamau talked about
how they were going to do things there. They would
register in at the biggest hotel. Bowie is a j
Peabody and Chickamau is Frank Masters baseball players from Denver, Colorado.
They would stay there all day, Chickamau getting his car,
and right after dark take out for Oklahoma. You better
not go too strong on one of those big cars,
(01:29):
Bowie said, get one of them big jobs and everybody
will be big eyeing you. That shows what you know
about it. Boy. If I could get me a green
packer with red wheels and a calliope whistle, o't to
do it, then they big eye the car instead of you.
After we give this car to d I think I'll
get me another V eight, Bowie said. The quiet of
the thick carpeted hotel Room eight fourteen was that of
(01:52):
a bathroom, and Bowie alone now soaked in it. Hotel
is just about the safest place for a man, he thought,
say one of these hotel clerks thought he saw something. Well,
he wouldn't be in any too big a hurry to
call a bunch of laws, and people staying in hotels
wouldn't appreciate a little war busting in their faces. Then
it was pretty hard for men to get in a
rank as long as he was throwing money. People taking
(02:15):
your money just didn't run off, and squawk men just
weren't made that way. He took a sheaf of currency
from his inside coat pocket and dropped it on the
blue counterpane, and brother I got it to throw. After
bathing and shaving, Bowie went down and sat in the lobby.
Everybody around him had on press suits and shine shoes
and watch chains across their vests. They're not the kind
(02:35):
of fellows, big eye you, bow We thought. It's these
hoosiers in these little filling stations that don't have anything
else to do but chew tobacco and looking them damned
detective magazines. After a little while, he went to the
street and started looking in the shop windows. In a mirror,
he studied his hat and decided that the brim was
too broad, too much like a cowboy. He went in
(02:56):
the department store on the corner, and besides the new hat,
he bought a breasted blue overcoat, two handbags, and a
powder blue suit with a belted back. I'll show that
Indian a fancy thing or two, and dud's myself. In
the jewelry store, he bought an open faced watch and chain,
and then a lady's wrist watch with six diamonds on
the band. That little soldier will open her eyes when
(03:17):
I hand her this. It was noon when he returned
eight fourteen, and Chickamau had not shown up. He tried
on the powder blue but it was just too much
of a go to hell suit for him. That little
soldier would give him the laugh if he turned up
in it. What am I ribbing myself up about that
girl for? I'm just going to fool around here and
make a donkey out of myself. That girl has other
(03:37):
things to think about besides the damn thief like you man.
Now is the time he decided to send some money
to mamma. Five of these one hundred dollar bills with
one of these pieces of hotel stationery around them, and
one of them envelopes. I wouldn't mind sending her five
thousand if it wasn't for that no good husband she's
got he'll get every damn bit of it. Now. If
it was that second husband she had, it would be okay.
(04:00):
He was a pretty good fellow. Dumb, but I wouldn't
mind helping him. Old Jim and Red up there in
ALKI could sure stand a few bucks. Jim sure liked
his sweet milk, and them charging twenty cents a cord
up there in that prison when you could buy it
in town for a nickel. An Old Red wouldn't smoke
nothing but tailor maids. I'll get to you boys. I'll
stop in one of these post offices pretty soon and
(04:21):
send you boys a hundred apiece. I've got to do
some stopping in some of these towns pretty soon and
get some of these dollar bills changed into twenties. Got
enough of them things to pack a wash tub. I'll
just start shoving them through these bank windows, twenty and
thirty at a time, and pretty soon i'll get rid
of em. Bowie pulled off his shoes and laid on
the bed eight fourteen oh eight plus one plus four
(04:47):
equals thirteen. Ah. There's nothing of that that's carrying it
too far. Mexico man. Money will go a long ways
down there. Three them payesos for a dollar twenty thousand,
Jesus Christ, that would be forty five thousand pesos, even
after he took out for a car and the other
expenses he would have while he stayed up here. Now,
(05:08):
if I go on through with it at Gusherton, Jesus Christ,
I'll be a damn rich man. Bowie woke up with
Chickamau standing above him. I thought I was gonna have
to pop my pistol to get you up. Man, you'd
be a pushover. He smelled a liquor. What time is it?
If we're gonna get out of here right after dark,
we better be getting in the saddle. Bowie had the
(05:31):
delicate spring feeling in his belly. When Chickamau up there
ahead of him and the new Auburn held out his hand,
Bowie slowed and then turned in to park along side
of him. At the sandwich stand, it was a neon
lighted place with beer signs and a lettered board of
sandwich prices. When the uniformed girl came out, chickama said
he wanted twelve bottles of beer to carry. After the
(05:52):
girl went back into the stand, Chickamau pointed up the street.
Toward the filling station on the left corner with the
gas thirteen cents sign. I run in that very station
up there once an there was an old boy in
there that sure big eyed me. He had a wooden leg.
I remember, I noticed him see out of the corner
of my eye. And finally he says to me, boy,
ain't no none of my business. But I know you.
(06:13):
I says to him, Brother, you jest think you know me.
He says, you're elm Ou Mobley as sure as hell.
But after you leave here, I've never seen anybody that
ever looked like you. He really knew you, did He
sure he did, But I never did. Let on see,
he says to me, boy, I just wish you had
got this bank here, for it went busted and took
my waddin. I'd rather for a poor boy like you
(06:35):
to have it. Annem goddamn bankers. Both of em bankers
are out of prison now and still living swell on
what they stole from me. In about four or five
hundred more folks here, I'll be dog gone. He was
real people. I gave him a ten and told him
to keep the change. You run into real people once
in a while, all right, The girl returned with the
(06:55):
bottles of beer and a sack and check em off
put them in his car. He said to Bowie, if
you're in such a big hurry, I'll just let you
set the pace out of this town. And I'm telling you, boy,
you'd better stomp it or I'm liable to run over you. Okay,
Bowie said. Bowie moved out of the boulevard toward the
Oklahoma Highway, the rear visioned mirror of his car reflecting
(07:17):
the following lights of Chickamaw's automobile. I'm gonna be in
Kyoto in an hour and a half. This buggy's gonna
get stomped. He felt that the small hard bulge in
his left vest pocket. Yes, the watch is still there.
He pressed the accelerator harder. The one lamp car approached
on the intersecting street ahead from the right, but there
(07:37):
was a stop sign there and Bowie stepped back on
the gas. The other car lunged right on across the
stop sign and Bowie stomped break and clutch swerved, but
the one lamp hit and then a bucket was shoved
down over Bowie's head and tons of shattering glass were
burying him, he thought, as as liable to get me
in trouble. Thrown from the sprung door of his car,
Bowie rose from the parquet grass feel light the figure
(08:00):
in his slow motion picture. He was on his feet now,
a terrific weight on his back. Yonder was his car.
The radiator caved in against a broken lamp post, and
behind it was an old coop. Somebody inside of it groaning.
It's one lamp still burning. Human forms moved like shadows
about Bowie. Now are you hurt, friend, shadow said no,
(08:22):
Bowie said. He moved toward his car, dragging the weight
that was like a plow. I gotta get that stuff.
I got to get that stuff. It was a woman
in the wrecked coop. Oh my god, Oh my god,
Oh my god. Bowie reached his car, grasped at the
handle with hands that felt like they had gone to sleep.
(08:44):
He staggered with the push. Good on over mont car,
Your damn boob, jakamav said. Somewhere now there was a
sound like a thousand trucks straining up a high hill
and first gear. It was not trucks, man, Bowie thought, sirens.
His fingers groped at the emptiness of his right hip
(09:04):
gone gone. That's the kind of luck I have, gentlemen.
He moved across the street through the working shadows, dragging
the plow toward Chickamau's car. He climbed into the front
seat and then thrown bags were thumping in the rear.
The hell with the rest, Chickamau boy, come on, everybody,
and his dog is coming. The flashlight was like a
(09:27):
blow torch in Bowie's face. The voice behind it said,
what's your hurry, buddy, I'm in no hurry, Bowie said,
I'm taking him to a doctor. Officer CHICKAMAUV said. Another
bag thumped in the back. He's bummed up pretty bad.
I'm pretty bad, bummed up, Bowie said. The flashlight clicked off,
(09:49):
and then he saw Officer the bulging chin that was
like a lick hogs knuckles. Another form in the black
hat was with him. Where are you from, Officer said, Denver.
Chickamau said, you fellows, come on to the hospital, by god,
if you want to ask questions. There's a woman over
there hurting. From what I can hear, you were traveling
(10:09):
too fast. Officer said, you got out of that car
and come on with me, and you too, buddy. Not
this time, friend, check Ama said second officer. Listen here, Bob,
you gotta get in jail yourself here far you know it,
Not this time, friend. Shoes scraped, and then the hoofs
of a thousand horses were thundering on a tin roof
(10:30):
above Bowie's head. Guns. Bowie reached toward the panel pocket.
This is liable to get me killed like a cut radio.
The noise ended. Then Chickamau was getting under the wheel.
The motor roared like an airplane taken off, and shadows
scattered in the street ahead of them like cottontail rabbits.
The car sliced the highway wind with the sound of
(10:50):
simmering water. Chickamau pressed the panel button, and the illuminated
speedometer to Bowie glowed through a mist. Chickamau tapped, and
the instrument board was dark again. You're bleeding like a
stuck pig, he said. I'm all right, you'd better snap
out of it. It was a little war. They were
men enough to start it. Let them be men enough
(11:13):
to take it. It was an old one light gelope
that got me come right out and got me good.
I'm gonna dump you with D's there's plenty of heat
behind us, and I'm gonna let you out and get
on up the road and burn this car. It was
a little war that old Gelope. You're not hurt bad,
are you? You're bleeding like a stuck pig. I'm all right.
(11:36):
They whipped around the red tail light of another car,
then the twin glow of another. I'm just sick of
my stomach, but we thought, that's all wow. I used
to get sick just from standing up when Mama was
cutting my hair. Her name was Peabody. Then no, that
was the first man. It was Vines, the carpenter one.
(11:56):
Then see chick them off. That shows you I have
snapped in my mind, is clear. Vines was his name.
Payne seized Bowie's back with the grip of a twisted
monkey wrench, and his belly muscles became as rigid as
a washboard. What the hell, chickamau said? All right, CHICKAMAUA
(12:17):
ran the car under the darkened shed of d. Mobley's
filling station, got out and vanished behind it. Just let
me lay down for an hour, Bowie thought, and then
I'll feel just as good as ever Chickamau came back
with d and when Bowie got out, his legs felt
like cooked macaroni, and he sunk to his knees. Ain't
that funny? He said. They carried him back to the bunk.
(12:40):
I put everything under the bed here. Chickamau said, thanks,
chickamauw Bowie said. The motor of Chickamau's car roared, and
he was gone, And then d Mobley gave Bowie a
drink of whiskey. It clawed his mouth and throat like fingernails.
Dee kept sitting down and getting up and moving around
the room. Finally, he said, you're not hurt bad, are you? No?
(13:03):
Bowie said, you see any use of me staying here?
Bowie shook his head, not a bit. D I don't
know what kind of trouble you boys got in, d said,
but I don't see any use of me hanging around
your heat. Your welcome is placed, though, And if it
wasn't for the fact that I'd be losing money, I'd
just as soon close it up and put a sign
out there on the front door and go up to Tulci.
(13:24):
I can put plenty of grub in here and water,
and you can stay here as long as you wanted.
Don't worry about the money. I gotta worry about it, bowie.
Bowie gave D ten fifty dollars bills. You better let
your folks know to stay away from here. Nobody comes
around here except Kichie. And I'll give her some of
this money and she can visit up in Muskogi or somewhere.
(13:46):
You better do that. The scraping branches of the pecan
tree against the bunks ten roofs sounded like cat claws
on a screen. I could be a lot worse off, bowie,
old boy, don't you think different? I could be laying
back yonder you dog on whistling. I still got the money.
The silver is gone, But to hell with that, that
(14:07):
old gilope A fourteen? That was it? Eight plus one
plus four equals thirteen. There you are, that was it.
And if it hadn't been for check them off. End
of chapter ten
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