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he stood and put a card on the table next to the flowers。 he looked at moss。 you think you wont call me but you will。 just dont wait too long。 that money belongs to my client。
chigurh is an outlaw。 times not on your side。 we can even let you keep some of it。 but if i have to recover the funds from chigurh then it will be too late for you。 not to mention your wife。
moss didnt answer。
all right。 you might want to call her。 when i talked to her she sounded pretty worried。
when he was gone moss turned up the photographs lying on the bed。 like a player checking his hole cards。 he looked at the pitcher of water but then the nurse came in。
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No Country for Old MenVI
（／小｜说｜网）
young people anymore they seem to have a hard time growin up。 i dont know why。 maybe its just that you dont grow up any faster than what you have to。 i had a cousin was a deputized peace officer when he was eighteen。 he was married and had a kid at the time。 i had a friend that i grew up with was a ordained baptist preacher at the same age。 pastor of a little old country church。 he left there to go to lubbock after about three years and when he told em he was leavin they just set there in that church and blubbered。 men and women alike。 hed married em and baptized em and buried em。
he was twenty…one years old； maybe twenty…two。 when he preached theyd be standin out in the yard listenin。 it surprised me。 he was always quiet in school。 i was twenty… one when i went in the army and i was one of the oldest in our class at boot camp。 six months later i was in france shootin people with a rifle。 i didnt even think it was all that peculiar at the time。 four years later i was sheriff of this county。 i never doubted but what i was supposed to be neither。 people anymore you talk about right and wrong theyre liable to smile at you。 but i never had a lot of doubts about things like that。 in my thoughts about things like that。 i hope i never do。
loretta told me that she had heard on the radio about some percentage of the children in this country bein raised by their grandparents。 i forget what it was。 pretty high； i thought。 parents wouldnt raise em。 we talked about that。 what we thought was that when the next generation e along and they dont want to raise their children neither then who is goin to do it？ their own parents will be the only grandparents around and they wouldnt even raise them。 we didnt have a answer about that。 on my better days i think that there is somethin i dont know or there is somethin that im leavin out。 but them times are seldom。 i wake up sometimes way in the night and i know as certain as death that there aint nothin short of the second in of christ that can slow this train。
i dont know what is the use of me layin awake over it。 but i do。
i dont believe you could do this job without a wife。 a pretty unusual wife at that。 cook and jailer and i dont know what all。 them boys dont know how good theyve got it。 well； maybe they do。 i never worried about her bein safe。 they get fresh garden stuff a good part of the year。 good cornbread。 soupbeans。 shes been known to fix em hamburgers and french fries。 weve had em to e back even years later and theyd be married and doin good。 bring their wives。 bring their kids even。 they didnt e back to see me。 ive seen em to introduce their wives or their sweethearts and then just go to bawlin。 grown men。 that had done some pretty bad things。 she knew what she was doin。 she always did。 so we go over budget on the jail ever month but what are you goin to do about that？
you aint goin to do nothin about it。 thats what youre goin to do。
chigurh pulled off of the highway at the junction of 131 and opened the telephone directory in his lap and folded over the bloodstained pages till he got to veterinarian。 there was a clinic outside bracketville about thirty minutes away。 he looked at the towel around his leg。 it was soaked through with blood and blood had soaked into the seat。 he threw the directory in the floor and sat with his hands at the top of the steering wheel。 he sat there for about three minutes。 then he put the vehicle in gear and pulled out onto the highway again。
he drove to the crossroads at la pryor and took the road north to uvalde。 his leg was throbbing like a pump。 on the highway outside of uvalde he pulled up in front of the cooperative and undid the sashcord from around his leg and pulled away the towel。
then he got out and hobbled in。
he bought a sack full of veterinary supplies。 cotton and tape and gauze。 a bulb syringe and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide。 a pair of forceps。 scissors。 some packets of four inch swabs and a quart bottle of betadine。 he paid and went out and got in the ramcharger and started the engine and then sat watching the building in the rearview mirror。 as if he might be thinking of something else he needed； but that wasnt it。 he put his fingers inside the cuff of his shirt and carefully blotted the sweat from his eyes。 then he put the vehicle in gear and backed out of the parking space and pulled out onto the highway headed toward town。
he drove down main street and turned north on getty and east again on nopal where he parked and shut off the engine。 his leg was still bleeding。 he got the scissors from the bag and the tape and he cut a three inch round disc out of the cardboard box that held the cotton。 he put that together with the tape into his shirtpocket。 he took a coathanger from the floor behind the seat and twisted the ends off and straightened it out。 then he leaned and opened his bag and took out a shirt and cut off one sleeve with the scissors and folded it and put it in his pocket and put the scissors back in the paper bag from the cooperative and opened the door and eased himself down； lifting his injured leg out with both hands under his knee。 he stood there； holding on to the door。
then he bent over with his head to his chest and stood that way for the better part of a minute。 then he raised up and shut the door and started down the street。
outside the drugstore on main he stopped and turned and leaned against a car parked there。 he checked the st