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Mary went over to him and put her arms around him。 〃A hundred and thirty dollars。 Maybe we can take the night off now；〃 she said； kissing his chin。 〃We could go over to my place and have a whole night together。〃
The pimp looked down at her。 〃What？ Are you crazy？〃 he rasped。 〃It's only eleven o'clock。 You can turn three more tricks tonight。〃
He turned to look down at the boy while she picked up her pocketbook。 〃Don't forget the bottle of whisky；〃 he said over his shoulder。
〃I won't；〃 she answered。
〃He don't look like no cowboy；〃 he said。 〃He looks more like an Indian to me。〃
〃He is；〃 she said。 〃He was looking for some guy who had a tobacco pouch made from an Indian woman's skin。〃 She laughed。 〃I don't think he even wanted to get laid。 I got him up here by lettin' him think I knew who he was lookin' for。〃
The pimp looked down thoughtfully。 〃He's carryin' a gun； too。 It should be worth somethin' to the guy he's lookin' for to know about him。〃
〃You know who he's lookin' for？〃
〃Maybe；〃 the pimp said。 〃C'mon。〃
It was almost two o'clock in the morning before the pimp found the man he was looking for。 He was playing cards in the back of the Golden Eagle。
The pimp touched him on the shoulder cautiously。 〃Mr。 Dort；〃 he whispered。
〃What the hell do you want？〃
The pimp licked his lips nervously。 〃I'm sorry； Mr。 Dort；〃 he apologized quickly。 〃I got some information that I think you ought to have。〃
The pimp looked around the table nervously。 The other men stared at him。 〃Maybe it's better private like； Mr。 Dort；〃 he said。 〃It's about that tobacco pouch。〃
He pointed to the table where it lay。
Dort laughed。 〃My Injun…tit tobacco pouch？ Somebody's allus tryin' to buy it。 It ain't for sale。〃
〃It's not that； Mr。 Dort；〃 the pimp whispered。
Dort turned his back to him。 〃What the hell are you tryin' to tell me？〃
〃I figger it's worth somethin'… 〃
Dort rose swiftly。 He grabbed the pimp's jacket and slammed him tightly against the wall。 〃What should I know？〃 he asked。
〃It should be worth something； Mr。 Dort；〃 the pimp said； his eyes wide in fright。 Dort was one of the worst killers in town。
〃It'll be worth something；〃 Dort said menacingly。 〃If you don't talk real quick… 〃
〃There's an Indian kid in town lookin' for you；〃 the pimp said in terror。 〃He's packin' a gun。〃
〃An Injun kid？〃 Dort questioned。 Slowly his grip relaxed。 〃What did he look like？〃
Quickly the pimp described Max。
〃His eyes； was they blue？〃 Dort asked harshly。
The pimp nodded。 〃Yeah。 I saw them when he picked one of my girls up in the saloon。 That's how e I didn't know he was Indian at first。 You know him？〃
Dort nodded without thinking。 〃I know him；〃 he said。 〃That was his mother's。〃
All their eyes were on the tobacco pouch now。 Dort picked it up and put it in his pocket。
〃What're you goin' to do？〃 the pimp asked。
〃Do？〃 Dort repeated dully。 He looked at the pimp； then at the table of men around him。 He couldn't run away now。 If he did； everything would be gone。 His reputation； his position in this oblique society。
〃Do？〃 he said again； this time with growing strength and conviction。 〃I aim to do what I shoulda done a year ago。 Kill him。〃 He turned back to the pimp。 〃Where is he？〃
〃I'll take you to him；〃 the pimp said eagerly。
The others at the table looked at each other for a moment； then silently got to their feet。 〃Wait for us； Tom；〃 one of them called。 〃This oughta be some fun。〃
When they got to the hotel； Max had already left。 But the hotel clerk told them where they could find him tomorrow。 At the stockyards at two o'clock。 The clerk was supposed to meet him there and collect a dollar for the room。
Dort threw a silver dollar on the counter。 〃There's your dollar；〃 he said。 〃I'll collect it for you。〃
Farrar leaned against the fence； watching Max cut the prime steers into the feed pen。 A man was leaning on the fence next to him。 〃That boy's got a sixth sense with a horse；〃 Farrar said； without looking at him。
The man's voice was nonmittal。 〃Yeah。〃 He finished rolling a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth。 〃Got a match？〃
〃Why； sure；〃 Farrar said； reaching into his pocket。 He struck a match and held it toward the man。 His hand froze as he saw the tobacco pouch in his hand。
The man followed his gaze。 〃What you lookin' at？〃
〃That tobacco pouch；〃 Farrar said。 〃I ain't seen nothin' like it。〃
The man laughed。 〃Ain't nothin' but an ol' squaw tit；〃 he said。 〃They the best things for keepin' tobacco moist an' fresh。 They ain't much for wear； though。 This one's gettin' awful thin。〃
Suddenly； Farrar turned from the fence to signal Max。 〃I wouldn't do that if I were you；〃 the man said。
There was a rustle of movement behind him and Farrar became aware of the other men。 He watched helplessly as Max dropped the gate on the last of the steers and rode over to them。
Max got off his horse and tied it to a post。 〃All finished； Mr。 Farrar；〃 he said with a smile。
〃That was good ridin'； boy；〃 the man said。 He threw the tobacco pouch to Max。 〃Here； have yourself a smoke。〃
Max caught it easily。 〃Thanks； mister；〃 he said。 He looked down at the pouch to open it。 He looked up at the man； then down at the pouch again； his face going pale。
The pouch fell from his fingers and the tobacco spilled onto the ground。 He stared up at the man。 〃I never would've known you； you hadn't done that；〃 he said softly。
Dort laughed harshly。 〃It's the beard； I reckon。〃
Max started to back away slowly。 〃You're one of them； all right。 Now I recognize you。〃
〃I'm one of them；〃 Dort said； his hand hovering over his gun。 〃What're you goin' to do about it？〃
Unconsciously Farrar and the others moved to the side。 〃Don't do anything； Max；〃 Farrar called hoarsely。 〃That's Tom Dort。 You got no idea how fast he is。〃
Max didn't take his eyes from Dort's face。 〃It don't make no difference how fast he is； Mr。 Farrar；〃 he said。 〃I'm goin' to kill him。〃
〃Go for your gun； Injun；〃 Dort said heavily。
〃I'll wait；〃 Max said softly。 〃I want you to die slow； like my ma。〃
Dort's face was turning red and flushed in the hot sun。 〃Draw；〃 he said hoarsely。 〃Draw； you goddam half…breed son of a two…bit Injun whore。 Draw； damn you！〃
〃I ain' in no hurry to kill you；〃 Max answered softly。 〃I ain' even goin' for your head or heart。 I'm goin' to shoot you in the balls first； then a couple of times in the belly。 I wanna watch you die。〃
Dort began to feel fear growing in him。 Out of the corner of his eye； he saw the watching men。 He stared at Max。 The boy's face shone with hatred； his lips were drawn back tightly across his teeth。
Now； Dort thought； now。 I might just as well get it over with。 His hand moved suddenly toward his gun。
Farrar saw the movement but fast as he shifted his eyes； it wasn't quick enough to see Max's gun leap into his hand。 It roared almost before Dort's gun had cleared its holster。
The gun fell from Dort's hand and he sank to his knees in the dirt； his hands grabbing at his crotch。
Max started walking toward him slowly。
Dort kneeled there for a moment in almost a praying position； then lifted his hand and looked at it。 The blood ran down from his fingers。 He stared up at Max。 〃You son of a bitch！〃 he screamed and grabbed for the gun in the dirt beside him。
Max waited until Dort lifted the muzzle toward him； then he fired twice again。
The bullets threw Dort over backward and he lay on the ground； his body twitching slightly。 Max walked closer and stood over him； looking down； the smoking gun still in his hand。
Two days later； Max was given his choice of joining the Army or standing trial。 There was a lot of talk about a war with Cuba and the judge was very patriotic。 The chances were Max could have got off on self…defense； but he didn't dare take the chance even with witnesses。
He had a date he had to keep； with a man whose name he didn't even know。
7
NEVADA STIRRED RESTLESSLY； WITH THE VAGUE feeling that someone else was in the room with him。 Automatically he reached for a cigarette； and when his hand hit empty air and fell downward against the side of the couch； he came awake。
It was a moment before he remembered where he was； then