The Border Trilogy: All the Pretty Horses, the Crossing, Cities of the Plain by Cormac Mccarthy

The Border Trilogy: All the Pretty Horses, the Crossing, Cities of the Plain by Cormac Mccarthy

Author:Cormac Mccarthy [Mccarthy, Cormac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9780375407932
Publisher: Everyman's Library
Published: 1999-09-27T23:00:00+00:00


Border Trilogy 1 - All the Pretty Horses

IV

AT CROSSROADS STATION somewhere on the other side of Paredon they picked up five farmworkers who climbed up on the bed of the truck and nodded and spoke to him with great circumspection and courtesy. It was almost dark and it was raining lightly and they were wet and their faces were wet in the yellow light from the station. They huddled forward of the chained engine and he offered them his cigarettes and they thanked him each and took one and they cupped their hands over the small flame against the falling rain and thanked him again.

De donde viene? they said. De Tejas. Tejas, they said. Y donde va? He drew on his cigarette. He looked at their faces. One of them older than the rest nodded at his cheap new clothes. El va a ver a su novia, he said. They looked at him earnestly and he nodded and said that it was true. Ah, they said. Que bueno. And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of those smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to protect and to confer honor and to strengthen resolve and it had power to heal men and to bring them to safety long after all other resources were exhausted.

When the truck finally pulled out and they saw him still standing they offered their bundles for him to sit on and he did so and he nodded and dozed to the hum of the tires on the blacktop and the rain stopped and the night cleared and the moon that was already risen raced among the high wires by the highway side like a single silver music note burning in the constant and lavish dark and the passing fields were rich from the rain with the smell of earth and grain and peppers and the sometime smell of horses. It was midnight when they reached Monclova and he shook hands with each of the workers and walked around the truck and thanked the driver and nodded to the other two men in the cab and then watched the small red taillight recede down the street and out toward the highway leaving him alone in the darkened town.

The night was warm and he slept on a bench in the alameda and woke with the sun already up and the day's commerce begun. Schoolchildren in blue uniforms were passing along the walkway. He rose and crossed the street. Women were washing the sidewalks in front of the shops and vendors were setting up their wares on small stands or tables and surveying the day.

He ate a breakfast of coffee and pan dulce at a cafe counter in a sidestreet off the square and he entered a farmacia and bought a bar of soap and put it in the pocket of his jacket along with his razor and toothbrush and then set out along the road west.



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