lot earlier than you do.
How many did you take? Duro said irritably. I don't have all day.
Open it up and find out.
I said I'd take your word!
Lazair came off the chair then and pulled the sack toward him. As he untied the rawhide string he said, You're awful goddamn squeamish about something you're making money out of.
Duro said nothing as Lazair opened the bag and held it upside-down. The scalps came out of the bag as one a hairy mass, glistening black and matted with dried blood. Duro frowned as Lazair ran his hand through the pile, separating the scalps.
He said, When did you take them?
Lazair glanced at him as he lined the scalps along the edge of the desk. What difference does it make?
They smell.
Lazair laughed out loud. Man, these used to be the tops of heads. What do you expect!
Put them back. I said I'd take your word for the number!
But Lazair would not be hurried. Even salted 'em down. He looked up at the lieutenant then and winked. After I greased 'em good so they'd be sure and look Indian.
Duro studied the bounty hunter silently. Within him he could feel the hatred for this man. It caused a heat over his face. But he was aware of his conscience ever more than the hate, and he said very simply, You are the filthiest man I have known.
But you can't get really mad, can you? Lazair said. Not without hurting yourself. Daylight's a bad time of the day. It shows everything plain and if you happen to look in a mirror, you even see yourself. Lazair smiled again. But there's always night' and your mescal bottle' . Just remember one thing, soldier boy, I don't need you as bad as you think I do. If I can buy you, then there's some other goddam broken-down soldier who'll act just as dumb for money you don't have to work for.
Maybe you had better look for this other 'ybroken-down soldier'! Duro flared.
Lazair shook his head, smilingly. I don't have to. I know you too well. You're stuck here and you don't have a choice. And every year you see government pesos coming in for the scalp bounties. Easy money to take, it looks like, only you have to balance what goes out with a scalp coming in. But when somebody comes along and offers you money in return for taking all scalps no questions then you're just doing your job. All you got to do is add and subtract' and you know how to do that.
Duro said, Add scalps that are not always Apache.
It's up to you. Lazair shrugged. If you want to quit vouching for 'em it's up to you. Only I don't think you can. You get back ten pesos for every hundred going out. That's a lot of mescal when all you got to do is add up when the government man comes around. He isn't going to feel 'em for texture. So don't give me any goddamn talk about keeping your hands clean, because they're just as dirty as mine. Maybe dirtier, Lazair said evenly, 'cause I don't particularly like Mexicans anyway.
Get out! Duro screamed.
Lazair lifted his hat from the desk. I wouldn't want to be in your skin. You don't know who to be mad at, do you? He went to the door, then hesitated after he had opened it. I know there's eight hundred pesos' worth there, so let's not go juggling the books. We'll settle after you've cooled off.
Duro waited until he heard Lazair descending the stairs. He went to the desk quickly then and began sweeping the scalps into the sack that he held open below the desk edge. As he did this, he did not look down and he brushed his hand stiffly, with the fingers held tightly together so that he would not feel their texture. Yet a picture formed in his mind. A picture with the shock of a knife thrust to the stomach' even though it was only an almost indiscernible Mexican woman, no one he recognized, but with flowing black hair'
Hilario Esteban had moved the stool close to the window so that he could look out into the street. The street seemed so deserted this morning. At first he thought it strange, then one of the rurales appeared near the window and it was not strange. There was little
How many did you take? Duro said irritably. I don't have all day.
Open it up and find out.
I said I'd take your word!
Lazair came off the chair then and pulled the sack toward him. As he untied the rawhide string he said, You're awful goddamn squeamish about something you're making money out of.
Duro said nothing as Lazair opened the bag and held it upside-down. The scalps came out of the bag as one a hairy mass, glistening black and matted with dried blood. Duro frowned as Lazair ran his hand through the pile, separating the scalps.
He said, When did you take them?
Lazair glanced at him as he lined the scalps along the edge of the desk. What difference does it make?
They smell.
Lazair laughed out loud. Man, these used to be the tops of heads. What do you expect!
Put them back. I said I'd take your word for the number!
But Lazair would not be hurried. Even salted 'em down. He looked up at the lieutenant then and winked. After I greased 'em good so they'd be sure and look Indian.
Duro studied the bounty hunter silently. Within him he could feel the hatred for this man. It caused a heat over his face. But he was aware of his conscience ever more than the hate, and he said very simply, You are the filthiest man I have known.
But you can't get really mad, can you? Lazair said. Not without hurting yourself. Daylight's a bad time of the day. It shows everything plain and if you happen to look in a mirror, you even see yourself. Lazair smiled again. But there's always night' and your mescal bottle' . Just remember one thing, soldier boy, I don't need you as bad as you think I do. If I can buy you, then there's some other goddam broken-down soldier who'll act just as dumb for money you don't have to work for.
Maybe you had better look for this other 'ybroken-down soldier'! Duro flared.
Lazair shook his head, smilingly. I don't have to. I know you too well. You're stuck here and you don't have a choice. And every year you see government pesos coming in for the scalp bounties. Easy money to take, it looks like, only you have to balance what goes out with a scalp coming in. But when somebody comes along and offers you money in return for taking all scalps no questions then you're just doing your job. All you got to do is add and subtract' and you know how to do that.
Duro said, Add scalps that are not always Apache.
It's up to you. Lazair shrugged. If you want to quit vouching for 'em it's up to you. Only I don't think you can. You get back ten pesos for every hundred going out. That's a lot of mescal when all you got to do is add up when the government man comes around. He isn't going to feel 'em for texture. So don't give me any goddamn talk about keeping your hands clean, because they're just as dirty as mine. Maybe dirtier, Lazair said evenly, 'cause I don't particularly like Mexicans anyway.
Get out! Duro screamed.
Lazair lifted his hat from the desk. I wouldn't want to be in your skin. You don't know who to be mad at, do you? He went to the door, then hesitated after he had opened it. I know there's eight hundred pesos' worth there, so let's not go juggling the books. We'll settle after you've cooled off.
Duro waited until he heard Lazair descending the stairs. He went to the desk quickly then and began sweeping the scalps into the sack that he held open below the desk edge. As he did this, he did not look down and he brushed his hand stiffly, with the fingers held tightly together so that he would not feel their texture. Yet a picture formed in his mind. A picture with the shock of a knife thrust to the stomach' even though it was only an almost indiscernible Mexican woman, no one he recognized, but with flowing black hair'
Hilario Esteban had moved the stool close to the window so that he could look out into the street. The street seemed so deserted this morning. At first he thought it strange, then one of the rurales appeared near the window and it was not strange. There was little
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