July 11, 2025 • 16 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 fifteen of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by bent Tucker,
chapter fifteen. Mesquite trees persisted even into the foothills country,
but the plains were far behind. Now there were Spanish
oaks and cedars, And in the late afternoon this way
(00:22):
the sage grass had a lavender flush away. Ahead in
the distance a long range of sharp hills embroidered the horizon.
Above the range, the sky was streaked with white, rigid panels,
as if the rain had crystallized and awaited a crack
of lightning to unleash. Ke Chee was driving, and Bowie
sat low in the seat, his hands deep in his pockets.
(00:44):
She drove like chickamaw, her left hand on the cross
bar and the other on the wheel, took the curves
like they weren't there. And the holster under Bowie's left
arm was of forty five and in the panel pocket another.
There were four blankets in the back, a thermist, jug
of coffee, a sic of sandwiches, four cartons of tailor
made cigarettes, and Kichi had on hose that cost two dollars,
(01:07):
in shoes that cost ten and that military cravenet coat.
It was her own fault that she didn't get the fur,
but she looked like a little soldier in that coat,
and he had to hand it to her. And the
way she had that little brown hat cocked over her eye.
Down the road beyond the curve sign the cement disappeared
around the stone studded bank. Straight ahead, low white barriers
(01:29):
and space and blue sky. What if they just kept
going straight and into that space and sky, they would
keep going like a plane right over that valley. But
cars don't fly. What if they did go off, it
would just mean that he and Kiche had drawn the
poor cards. But what if they had made it, It
would mean luck was riding with them for a long
(01:51):
time to come. The wheels of the machine sung tenaciously
on the curve, and now they were on a long
straightaway again. There ain't nothin goin to stop us, Little soldier,
Light me a cigarette, bowie, yes, ma'am. The dairy barn
was white with green trimming, and over its roof white
(02:11):
and black pigeons circled On the porch of the house
lay a big dog, its paws dangling over the edge.
It passed an old sedan, its slender wheels wobbling, the
top tattered and pennance them old geeloppies. Bowie said, they
caused more accidents than anybody else on the road. It's
no crime to be poor, kit Chee, but there ought
(02:32):
to be a law against letting cars like that out
on the highways. They passed a school house, two filling stations,
and on the porch of the general's store sat two
men bent over a checkerboard. The black lettering on the
highway board read San Antonio one eighty six, down this
highway thirty miles more and then they would turn west
on a dirt road. Out that road one hundred miles
(02:55):
an they would be in them little hill towns, Ante
Lope Centeruckle there they would start house hunting. On the
left was a cemetery with a half dozen low tombstones,
and then an unpainted box house. Farther down at the
wooden gate, two cows would swollen bags. Waited you know
anything about cows, Bowie? Do they ever have twins? And
(03:19):
you got me there. I was just wondering. It looks
to me like they could, though, with that woman up
in Canada doing what she did, it looks to me
like a cow could do it. Those cows back there
made me think about it. That woman up there in Canada,
kit Chee. That shows you nothing is impossible in this
old world, doesn't it? It sure does? And I was
(03:41):
thinking back there, what is it you say we were
doing chasing the cure? Well, what if we really did
have TV? Well? I don't know, but what I'd rather
be a lot hotter than I am now than have
something like that riding me. Don't you kind of feel
that way about it? I should say I do. Bowie
chose the big filling station with its stucco front, and
(04:03):
kie che turned the car up the curving driveway. There
was another car under the shed, a woman at the wheel,
but it drove off as they stopped. The next time
we gass up, Bowie thought, we'll be havin us a
home to go to Jes fifty miles more now an
they would be in that town. At our buckle. The
filling station attendant and a leather jacket said yes, sir,
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fill er up and I got a couple of hands.
Kit Chee entered the restroom door and Bowie went over
to the Coca Cola box and lifted the lid. The
exhaust of stopping motorcycles popped, and he turned. The two
cops were coming right in here. The cops came toward
the Coca Cola box and Bowie moved over. The tall
cop was as brown as saddle leather, and the short
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one had chapped scaling lips. They had on gray uniforms
and black sam brown belts. Their pistols were pearl handled.
What kind you want, tall cop said, cope. Short cop
said there lips made drinking sounds on the mouths of
the bottles. Got you a new one there, haven't you.
Tall cop said yeah. Bowie said, them jobs over there
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can outrun it and reverse, though, can't they. They'll outride
that car, all right. I guess some motorcycles there will
outrun just about anything that gets on these roads, won't they.
Don't you think about it, mister, Short cops said, there's
plenty of them out there. I don't go after you
can tie them up in traffic sometimes. Tall cop said none,
(05:31):
he's about all. I want to push that cycle over
there of mine, short cop said, And if anybody has
anything that will do better than that, I just check
it to them. Kechi came around the corner, stopped and
then started smoothing the dress about her hips. Bowie winked,
and she went on to the car and got under
the wheel. At all, sir, the attendant said. Bowie paid him.
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They drove off, and Bowie turned and reached toward the
back seat. Tall copp short coppers sitting on top of
the Coca Cola box. You didn't batten, I you dog
on little dickens notting. I What were you talking to
them about? Damned if I know? It looked to me
like you were trying to make friends. They didn't know
(06:16):
me from Adam's off ox ki chee. Why they're that
way all over the country. How they gonna know? You?
Look at a picture? Well, what's that? I would stay
away from them, man. When they drove in that station, though,
I says to myself, here's where a little war starts.
You better look behind. Bowie looked back. The ribbon was clean.
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Not a thing, honey, No, sir, you didn't baten. I
I think maybe i'd better start carrying that pistol in
the pocket there, Bowie. Not that big gun, honey, That
thing would jump clean out of your hands. I'll get
you a little gun one of these days pretty soon, though,
every woman ought to have a gun. I'm gonna get
you one. There's always some some of a bit ready
to get smart with a woman. I'm not afraid of
(07:00):
that gun. Did you ever shoot a forty five? No?
But I have a real strong grip. I could outcrack
any of the girls in school on peecans. You remember
that game I won all the time? Yeah, I remember
that game. What do we call it? Hollygull? That's right, yes,
sir kei Chie. It just goes to show you how
a man don't have to jump from a shadow. I'll
(07:22):
bet I could go right up to the law over
here in this town, Arbuckle, and ask him if he
knew of a furnished house, and I'll bet he wouldn't
know me from Adam's off Fox. I will do the
asking about the houses. I will go to the real
estate office and do the asking. You're gonna tell them
we're longer, sure enough, that is what we are down
here for now, Bowie, And you want to remember it.
(07:43):
Bowie made a coughing sound and slapped his chest. The
bug is getting me down. How's it doing you? A
little longer? You'll make it old foot in the grave.
There were no furnished houses in the little town of
Arbuckle Ord near it, the real estate woman told Keichi.
But over at Antelope Center, she said, forty miles farther west,
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the cottages of an old sanitarium were being remodeled for
tourists and sick people and deer hunters. Bowie and kit
Chee went to Antelope Center. It was almost noon when
they left the graveled highway two miles west of Antelope Center,
turned through an arched gate and started climbing the narrow,
high centered road through the cedars and frost browned oaks.
On the side of the hill stood a big gray
(08:25):
building looks like a jail. Bowie said, it won't hurt
to look. Kit che said the closed building was the
old hospital. It cement the color of dead broomweed through
the dust filmed windows. There were stacks of bare beds
and piles of mattresses back of it. In east, rows
of small stucco cottages fenced it like a carpenter's try square.
(08:47):
The cottages had glassed in rooms and stood chimneys, and
there were letter boards over the entrances. Come in suits.
Us journeys in Bella Vista. The man raking weeds in
front of the corner cottage and the via the square stopped,
leaned on the handle and looked at their car. When
Kitchi got out, he dropped the rake and came toward them.
(09:09):
The man had on a khaki army shirt and a
white cloth belt held his slick blue serge trousers. He
was middle aged, and his teeth were broken and tobacco stained. Yes,
he had some cottages. He was the caretaker out here.
He had just fixed up another cottage and it was
twelve dollars and fifty cents a month, and that included
water and electricity. It was the last house at that
(09:30):
end now. He lived in that house on the corner,
and below him a school teacher batched, and next to
him an auto salesman with his wife and two children.
They were the only ones that lived out here now,
but he hadn't got around to fixing up any more cottages.
They were fine people, the folks that lived out here.
You want to look at it, honey, Kichi said, yeah,
I'd just assume you take that school teacher. Feller Yonder,
(09:54):
the caretaker, said, he got him a hot plate from
Sears Roebuckin' he's just batchin fine. Bowie got out of
the car. The caretaker thrust out his hand. Lambert's my name,
young man, Old Bill Lambert traveled out of San Antonio
for thirty five years leather goods, saddles, grips, and harness.
Had a lung collapse on me here a year ago.
(10:15):
An this air up here, son, it's fine. What's your business, son,
Bowie removed his hand from the other's grip. I'm a
sick man right now. Used to play ball, son, You
come to the right place. Not a healthier place in
the United States than right in here, ball player. Huh well,
we got a school teacher and two salesman, and now
(10:36):
we got a ball player now. That salesman Feller over
Yonder used to be worth a right smart lot of money,
own his own business right yonder an antelopen just went busted,
like any of us can do. His wife didn't like
it much out here. At first. Her Ben used to
gas an fancy things, but now she just likes it fine.
Your missus will like it too. Pretty quiet out here,
(10:58):
I guess, Bowie said. You won't get lonesome now that
salesman has got him a radio, and everybody out here
is fine. People used to be a lot of people
out here. I guess I don't know all the history
of this place now. All this was built right after
the war, I think, and then it petered out, and
then for a while it was sort of a tourist camp.
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And I'm not just as well tell you folks, because
I'm not the kind to hold nothing back. This place
got a pretty bad reputation with the folks and antelope
because I here a couple backs. Some bootleggers got out
and people come out here and throwed wild parties. But
that's not anymore. Son, your wife will be just as
safe here as any place in the world. Now he
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has to stay off quiet KEECHI said, Let's go look
at the place. Bill Lambert walked ahead on the narrow
sidewalk in front of the closed cottages, talking spitting. Now
it's nothing swell, you know, but I'll fix it up
just like you want it. There's one thing I want
you to put in some linoleum in the kitchen. An
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if you ever have company and need an extra cock,
why jest let me know. He stopped in front of
the last cottage welcome in and opened the scraping screen
and inserted the key in the lock. The wooden floors
inside creaked under their feet. In this front room there
was a black and empty stone fireplace and an iron
army cot covered with a yellow counterpane. There were two
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high bottomed rocking chairs and a rickety breakfast table, and
the windowed sleeping room. There was a broad iron bed,
a huge dresser with a smoky mirror, and two straight
dining room chairs. The kitchen had a three burner, grease
caked oil stove, a sink, and an enamel topped table.
The bath had a shower and a toilet. Seat was
split and part of it lay on the cement floor.
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Some strong light soap in a mop and whitewash would
help a lot around here. Kit che said, don't you
think so, honey, bowie grinned. Don't you think the price though,
will about keep us busting now? I tell you, mister
Bill Limbert said, what'd you say? Your name was? Son Vines?
Vn E. S Well, I tell you now, mister Vines,
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it's just the best I can do a bunch of
millionaires on this out here, and you know how they are.
I've been trying my best to fix these places up
here and get some money to do it with, because
people just want things a little nicer for the money.
But I tell you it's just like getting blood out
of a turnip to get something from one of these millionaires.
Now you take mister Philpot over there. He's the salesman.
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They fixed that place up over there, just as pretty
as a picture. There is a lot to do around here,
all right, Keichi said, I'll tell you what I'll do.
Bill Limbert said, I don't want to rush you folks,
but if you decide to take it, I throw in
a half cord of wood for nothing, and tack that
linoleum down the first thing this afternoon, right after dinner.
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We must stay awfully quiet, Kitchi said, don't you worry
about that, missus Vines. Now you take here. Last month,
it was the night September fifteenth. There was a couple
come out here, and I thought I smelled liquor, but
I didn't want to cause no trouble, and I let
them have the place, although they just wanted it for
two or three days. Well before the night was over,
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she was running around righting this house here without anything
on and kicking up is hid them trees and the
blinds up to the ceiling, And so I just politely
told him that we didn't want that going on around here. Now, son,
you want your wife protected, And that is just the
way I do out here. This is a place for
respectable people. And any time anybody runs around here kicking,
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that's all right, mister Lambert. Bowie said, just one more
thing now, mister Vines, and then I'll let you go. Now,
you take missus Philpot over there. One day she goes off,
and while she's gone, her oil stove burns over and
I'm busting there and saves the who place. They were
mighty appreciative of that. I'm very satisfied, Bowie said. If
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we ever catch you in this house, you had better
be putting out a fire. Kee Chee said, Lambert laughed,
all right, Bady, all right now, then I'll just leave
you two together and let you decide alone. Bowie and
Keeche walked in the rooms. Think it will do, Kee Chee,
I'm crazy about it. If I ever catch old fifty
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McNasty peeping around here, I'll kick his hind end clear off.
Bowie said, he's harmless, Bowie. This is just the thing.
Bowie walked in the sleeping room Keechie, following some of
them big red Indian blankets. WU sure luck pretty in here,
he said, and we'll get us a big radio to
sit in Yonder. I can go to town this afternoon
(15:50):
and I'll buy enough groceries to last us three months.
Keechi said, I forgot to ask Old Filthy if there
was really some deer around here, Bowie said. Kit Chee
sat on the edge of the bed and moved up
and down on it experimentally good springs an mattress. Bowie.
I'm sold on it myself, Bowie said, goin out an
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pay Filthy a couple months. Rentin, tell him I'll tack
the damn linoleum down Endo Chapter fifteen,
Chapter fifteen of Thieves Like Us by Edward Anderson. This
LibriVox recording is in the public domain. Read by bent Tucker,
chapter fifteen. Mesquite trees persisted even into the foothills country,
but the plains were far behind. Now there were Spanish
oaks and cedars, And in the late afternoon this way
(00:22):
the sage grass had a lavender flush away. Ahead in
the distance a long range of sharp hills embroidered the horizon.
Above the range, the sky was streaked with white, rigid panels,
as if the rain had crystallized and awaited a crack
of lightning to unleash. Ke Chee was driving, and Bowie
sat low in the seat, his hands deep in his pockets.
(00:44):
She drove like chickamaw, her left hand on the cross
bar and the other on the wheel, took the curves
like they weren't there. And the holster under Bowie's left
arm was of forty five and in the panel pocket another.
There were four blankets in the back, a thermist, jug
of coffee, a sic of sandwiches, four cartons of tailor
made cigarettes, and Kichi had on hose that cost two dollars,
(01:07):
in shoes that cost ten and that military cravenet coat.
It was her own fault that she didn't get the fur,
but she looked like a little soldier in that coat,
and he had to hand it to her. And the
way she had that little brown hat cocked over her eye.
Down the road beyond the curve sign the cement disappeared
around the stone studded bank. Straight ahead, low white barriers
(01:29):
and space and blue sky. What if they just kept
going straight and into that space and sky, they would
keep going like a plane right over that valley. But
cars don't fly. What if they did go off, it
would just mean that he and Kiche had drawn the
poor cards. But what if they had made it, It
would mean luck was riding with them for a long
(01:51):
time to come. The wheels of the machine sung tenaciously
on the curve, and now they were on a long
straightaway again. There ain't nothin goin to stop us, Little soldier,
Light me a cigarette, bowie, yes, ma'am. The dairy barn
was white with green trimming, and over its roof white
(02:11):
and black pigeons circled On the porch of the house
lay a big dog, its paws dangling over the edge.
It passed an old sedan, its slender wheels wobbling, the
top tattered and pennance them old geeloppies. Bowie said, they
caused more accidents than anybody else on the road. It's
no crime to be poor, kit Chee, but there ought
(02:32):
to be a law against letting cars like that out
on the highways. They passed a school house, two filling stations,
and on the porch of the general's store sat two
men bent over a checkerboard. The black lettering on the
highway board read San Antonio one eighty six, down this
highway thirty miles more and then they would turn west
on a dirt road. Out that road one hundred miles
(02:55):
an they would be in them little hill towns, Ante
Lope Centeruckle there they would start house hunting. On the
left was a cemetery with a half dozen low tombstones,
and then an unpainted box house. Farther down at the
wooden gate, two cows would swollen bags. Waited you know
anything about cows, Bowie? Do they ever have twins? And
(03:19):
you got me there. I was just wondering. It looks
to me like they could, though, with that woman up
in Canada doing what she did, it looks to me
like a cow could do it. Those cows back there
made me think about it. That woman up there in Canada,
kit Chee. That shows you nothing is impossible in this
old world, doesn't it? It sure does? And I was
(03:41):
thinking back there, what is it you say we were
doing chasing the cure? Well, what if we really did
have TV? Well? I don't know, but what I'd rather
be a lot hotter than I am now than have
something like that riding me. Don't you kind of feel
that way about it? I should say I do. Bowie
chose the big filling station with its stucco front, and
(04:03):
kie che turned the car up the curving driveway. There
was another car under the shed, a woman at the wheel,
but it drove off as they stopped. The next time
we gass up, Bowie thought, we'll be havin us a
home to go to Jes fifty miles more now an
they would be in that town. At our buckle. The
filling station attendant and a leather jacket said yes, sir,
(04:25):
fill er up and I got a couple of hands.
Kit Chee entered the restroom door and Bowie went over
to the Coca Cola box and lifted the lid. The
exhaust of stopping motorcycles popped, and he turned. The two
cops were coming right in here. The cops came toward
the Coca Cola box and Bowie moved over. The tall
cop was as brown as saddle leather, and the short
(04:45):
one had chapped scaling lips. They had on gray uniforms
and black sam brown belts. Their pistols were pearl handled.
What kind you want, tall cop said, cope. Short cop
said there lips made drinking sounds on the mouths of
the bottles. Got you a new one there, haven't you.
Tall cop said yeah. Bowie said, them jobs over there
(05:09):
can outrun it and reverse, though, can't they. They'll outride
that car, all right. I guess some motorcycles there will
outrun just about anything that gets on these roads, won't they.
Don't you think about it, mister, Short cops said, there's
plenty of them out there. I don't go after you
can tie them up in traffic sometimes. Tall cop said none,
(05:31):
he's about all. I want to push that cycle over
there of mine, short cop said, And if anybody has
anything that will do better than that, I just check
it to them. Kechi came around the corner, stopped and
then started smoothing the dress about her hips. Bowie winked,
and she went on to the car and got under
the wheel. At all, sir, the attendant said. Bowie paid him.
(05:55):
They drove off, and Bowie turned and reached toward the
back seat. Tall copp short coppers sitting on top of
the Coca Cola box. You didn't batten, I you dog
on little dickens notting. I What were you talking to
them about? Damned if I know? It looked to me
like you were trying to make friends. They didn't know
(06:16):
me from Adam's off ox ki chee. Why they're that
way all over the country. How they gonna know? You?
Look at a picture? Well, what's that? I would stay
away from them, man. When they drove in that station, though,
I says to myself, here's where a little war starts.
You better look behind. Bowie looked back. The ribbon was clean.
(06:38):
Not a thing, honey, No, sir, you didn't baten. I
I think maybe i'd better start carrying that pistol in
the pocket there, Bowie. Not that big gun, honey, That
thing would jump clean out of your hands. I'll get
you a little gun one of these days pretty soon, though,
every woman ought to have a gun. I'm gonna get
you one. There's always some some of a bit ready
to get smart with a woman. I'm not afraid of
(07:00):
that gun. Did you ever shoot a forty five? No?
But I have a real strong grip. I could outcrack
any of the girls in school on peecans. You remember
that game I won all the time? Yeah, I remember
that game. What do we call it? Hollygull? That's right, yes,
sir kei Chie. It just goes to show you how
a man don't have to jump from a shadow. I'll
(07:22):
bet I could go right up to the law over
here in this town, Arbuckle, and ask him if he
knew of a furnished house, and I'll bet he wouldn't
know me from Adam's off Fox. I will do the
asking about the houses. I will go to the real
estate office and do the asking. You're gonna tell them
we're longer, sure enough, that is what we are down
here for now, Bowie, And you want to remember it.
(07:43):
Bowie made a coughing sound and slapped his chest. The
bug is getting me down. How's it doing you? A
little longer? You'll make it old foot in the grave.
There were no furnished houses in the little town of
Arbuckle Ord near it, the real estate woman told Keichi.
But over at Antelope Center, she said, forty miles farther west,
(08:04):
the cottages of an old sanitarium were being remodeled for
tourists and sick people and deer hunters. Bowie and kit
Chee went to Antelope Center. It was almost noon when
they left the graveled highway two miles west of Antelope Center,
turned through an arched gate and started climbing the narrow,
high centered road through the cedars and frost browned oaks.
On the side of the hill stood a big gray
(08:25):
building looks like a jail. Bowie said, it won't hurt
to look. Kit che said the closed building was the
old hospital. It cement the color of dead broomweed through
the dust filmed windows. There were stacks of bare beds
and piles of mattresses back of it. In east, rows
of small stucco cottages fenced it like a carpenter's try square.
(08:47):
The cottages had glassed in rooms and stood chimneys, and
there were letter boards over the entrances. Come in suits.
Us journeys in Bella Vista. The man raking weeds in
front of the corner cottage and the via the square stopped,
leaned on the handle and looked at their car. When
Kitchi got out, he dropped the rake and came toward them.
(09:09):
The man had on a khaki army shirt and a
white cloth belt held his slick blue serge trousers. He
was middle aged, and his teeth were broken and tobacco stained. Yes,
he had some cottages. He was the caretaker out here.
He had just fixed up another cottage and it was
twelve dollars and fifty cents a month, and that included
water and electricity. It was the last house at that
(09:30):
end now. He lived in that house on the corner,
and below him a school teacher batched, and next to
him an auto salesman with his wife and two children.
They were the only ones that lived out here now,
but he hadn't got around to fixing up any more cottages.
They were fine people, the folks that lived out here.
You want to look at it, honey, Kichi said, yeah,
I'd just assume you take that school teacher. Feller Yonder,
(09:54):
the caretaker, said, he got him a hot plate from
Sears Roebuckin' he's just batchin fine. Bowie got out of
the car. The caretaker thrust out his hand. Lambert's my name,
young man, Old Bill Lambert traveled out of San Antonio
for thirty five years leather goods, saddles, grips, and harness.
Had a lung collapse on me here a year ago.
(10:15):
An this air up here, son, it's fine. What's your business, son,
Bowie removed his hand from the other's grip. I'm a
sick man right now. Used to play ball, son, You
come to the right place. Not a healthier place in
the United States than right in here, ball player. Huh well,
we got a school teacher and two salesman, and now
(10:36):
we got a ball player now. That salesman Feller over
Yonder used to be worth a right smart lot of money,
own his own business right yonder an antelopen just went busted,
like any of us can do. His wife didn't like
it much out here. At first. Her Ben used to
gas an fancy things, but now she just likes it fine.
Your missus will like it too. Pretty quiet out here,
(10:58):
I guess, Bowie said. You won't get lonesome now that
salesman has got him a radio, and everybody out here
is fine. People used to be a lot of people
out here. I guess I don't know all the history
of this place now. All this was built right after
the war, I think, and then it petered out, and
then for a while it was sort of a tourist camp.
(11:20):
And I'm not just as well tell you folks, because
I'm not the kind to hold nothing back. This place
got a pretty bad reputation with the folks and antelope
because I here a couple backs. Some bootleggers got out
and people come out here and throwed wild parties. But
that's not anymore. Son, your wife will be just as
safe here as any place in the world. Now he
(11:41):
has to stay off quiet KEECHI said, Let's go look
at the place. Bill Lambert walked ahead on the narrow
sidewalk in front of the closed cottages, talking spitting. Now
it's nothing swell, you know, but I'll fix it up
just like you want it. There's one thing I want
you to put in some linoleum in the kitchen. An
(12:03):
if you ever have company and need an extra cock,
why jest let me know. He stopped in front of
the last cottage welcome in and opened the scraping screen
and inserted the key in the lock. The wooden floors
inside creaked under their feet. In this front room there
was a black and empty stone fireplace and an iron
army cot covered with a yellow counterpane. There were two
(12:25):
high bottomed rocking chairs and a rickety breakfast table, and
the windowed sleeping room. There was a broad iron bed,
a huge dresser with a smoky mirror, and two straight
dining room chairs. The kitchen had a three burner, grease
caked oil stove, a sink, and an enamel topped table.
The bath had a shower and a toilet. Seat was
split and part of it lay on the cement floor.
(12:48):
Some strong light soap in a mop and whitewash would
help a lot around here. Kit che said, don't you
think so, honey, bowie grinned. Don't you think the price though,
will about keep us busting now? I tell you, mister
Bill Limbert said, what'd you say? Your name was? Son Vines?
Vn E. S Well, I tell you now, mister Vines,
(13:13):
it's just the best I can do a bunch of
millionaires on this out here, and you know how they are.
I've been trying my best to fix these places up
here and get some money to do it with, because
people just want things a little nicer for the money.
But I tell you it's just like getting blood out
of a turnip to get something from one of these millionaires.
Now you take mister Philpot over there. He's the salesman.
(13:36):
They fixed that place up over there, just as pretty
as a picture. There is a lot to do around here,
all right, Keichi said, I'll tell you what I'll do.
Bill Limbert said, I don't want to rush you folks,
but if you decide to take it, I throw in
a half cord of wood for nothing, and tack that
linoleum down the first thing this afternoon, right after dinner.
(13:58):
We must stay awfully quiet, Kitchi said, don't you worry
about that, missus Vines. Now you take here. Last month,
it was the night September fifteenth. There was a couple
come out here, and I thought I smelled liquor, but
I didn't want to cause no trouble, and I let
them have the place, although they just wanted it for
two or three days. Well before the night was over,
(14:20):
she was running around righting this house here without anything
on and kicking up is hid them trees and the
blinds up to the ceiling, And so I just politely
told him that we didn't want that going on around here. Now, son,
you want your wife protected, And that is just the
way I do out here. This is a place for
respectable people. And any time anybody runs around here kicking,
(14:44):
that's all right, mister Lambert. Bowie said, just one more
thing now, mister Vines, and then I'll let you go. Now,
you take missus Philpot over there. One day she goes off,
and while she's gone, her oil stove burns over and
I'm busting there and saves the who place. They were
mighty appreciative of that. I'm very satisfied, Bowie said. If
(15:08):
we ever catch you in this house, you had better
be putting out a fire. Kee Chee said, Lambert laughed,
all right, Bady, all right now, then I'll just leave
you two together and let you decide alone. Bowie and
Keeche walked in the rooms. Think it will do, Kee Chee,
I'm crazy about it. If I ever catch old fifty
(15:28):
McNasty peeping around here, I'll kick his hind end clear off.
Bowie said, he's harmless, Bowie. This is just the thing.
Bowie walked in the sleeping room Keechie, following some of
them big red Indian blankets. WU sure luck pretty in here,
he said, and we'll get us a big radio to
sit in Yonder. I can go to town this afternoon
(15:50):
and I'll buy enough groceries to last us three months.
Keechi said, I forgot to ask Old Filthy if there
was really some deer around here, Bowie said. Kit Chee
sat on the edge of the bed and moved up
and down on it experimentally good springs an mattress. Bowie.
I'm sold on it myself, Bowie said, goin out an
(16:11):
pay Filthy a couple months. Rentin, tell him I'll tack
the damn linoleum down Endo Chapter fifteen,
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