jg.paintedhouse-第55章
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For a moment the women said nothing。 Gran was relieved that the news wasn't about Ricky。 My mother was bored with the whole Sisco mess。
〃You'd better tell Eli；〃 Gran said。 〃We need to fix supper。〃
They excused themselves and went into the house。 Stick watched them； no doubt thinking about supper。
〃Who'd he kill？〃 I asked Stick as soon as the women were inside。
〃I don't know。〃
〃How'd he kill him？〃
〃Beat 'im with a shovel's what I heard。〃
〃Wow； must've been some fight。〃
〃I guess。〃
〃You think he's in' after Hank？〃
〃Look； I'd better go see Eli。 Where exactly is he？〃
I pointed to a spot deep in the fields。 The cotton trailer was barely visible。
〃That's a far piece；〃 Stick mumbled。 〃Reckon I can drive down there？〃；
〃Sure；〃 I said； already heading for the patrol car。 We got in。
〃Don't touch anything；〃 Stick said when we were settled into the front seat。 I gawked at the switches and radio； and of course Stick had to make the most of the moment。 〃This here's the radio；〃 he said； picking up the mike。 〃This here flips on the siren； this the lights。〃 He grabbed a handle on the dash and said； 〃This here's the spotlight。〃
〃Who do you talk to on the radio？〃 I asked。
〃HQ mainly。 That's headquarters。〃
〃Where's headquarters？〃
〃Over in Jonesboro。〃
〃Can you call 'em right now？〃
Stick reluctantly grabbed the mike； stuck it to his mouth； cocked his head sideways； and； with a frown； said； 〃Unit four to base。 e in。〃 His voice was lower； and his words were faster； with much more importance。
We waited。 When HQ didn't respond； he cocked his head to the other side； pressed the button on the mike； and repeated； 〃Unit four to base。 e in。〃
〃You're unit four？〃 I asked。
〃That's me。〃
〃How many units are there？〃
〃Depends。〃
I stared at the radio and waited for HQ to acknowledge Stick。 It seemed impossible to me that a person sitting in Jonesboro could talk directly to him； and that Stick could talk back。
In theory that was how it was supposed to work； but evidently HQ wasn't too concerned with Stick's whereabouts。 For the third time he said into the mike； 〃Unit four to base。 e in。〃 His words had a little more bite to them now。
And for the third time HQ ignored him。 After a few long seconds； he slapped the mike back onto the radio and said； 〃It's probably ol' Theodore； asleep again。〃
〃Who's Theodore？〃 I asked。
〃One of the dispatchers。 He sleeps half the time。〃
So do you； I thought to myself。 〃Can you turn on the siren？〃 I asked。
〃Nope。 It might scare your momma。〃
〃What about the lights？〃
〃Nope； they burn up the battery。〃 He reached for the ignition； the engine grunted and strained but wouldn't turn over。
He tried again； and just before the engine quit pletely； it turned over and started； sputtering and kicking。 HQ had obviously given Stick the worst leftover of the fleet。 Black Oak was not exactly a hotbed of criminal activity。
Before he could put it into gear； I saw the tractor moving slowly down the field road。 〃Here they e；〃 I said。 He squinted and strained； then turned off the engine。 We got out of the car and walked back to the tree。
〃You think you wanna be a deputy？〃 Stick asked。
And drive a ragged patrol car； nap half the day； and deal with the likes of Hank Spruill and the Siscos？ 〃I'm gonna play baseball；〃 I said。
〃Where？〃
〃St。 Louis。〃
〃Oh； I see；〃 he said with one of those funny smiles adults give to little kids who are dreaming。 〃Ever' little boy wants to be a Cardinal。〃
I had many more questions for him； most of which dealt with his gun and the bullets that went into it。 And I had always wanted to inspect his handcuffs； to see how they locked and unlocked。 As he watched the trailer draw nearer； I studied his revolver and holster； eager to grill him。
But Stick had spent enough time with me。 He wanted me to leave。 I held my barrage of questions。
When the tractor stopped； the Spruills and some of the Mexicans crawled off the trailer。 Pappy and my father came straight for us； and by the time they stopped under the tree there was already tension。
〃What do you want； Stick？〃 Pappy snarled。
Pappy in particular was irritated with Stick and his nagging presence in our lives。 We had a crop to harvest； little else mattered。 Stick was shadowing us； in town and on our own property。
〃What is it； Stick？〃 Pappy said。 Contempt was evident in his tone。 He had just spent ten hours picking five hundred pounds of cotton； and he knew our deputy hadn't broken a sweat in years。
〃That oldest Sisco boy； Grady； the one in prison for murder； he escaped last week sometime； and I think he's back home。〃
〃Then go get him；〃 Pappy said。
〃I'm lookin' for him。 I've heard they might start some trouble。〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Who knows with the Siscos。 But they might e after Hank。〃
〃Let 'em e；〃 Pappy said； anxious for a good fight。
〃I've heard they've got guns。〃
〃I got guns； Stick。 You get word to the Siscos that if I see one of 'em anywhere near this place； I'll blow his stupid head off。〃 Pappy was practically hissing at Stick by the time he finished。 Even my father seemed to warm to the idea of protecting his property and family。
〃It won't happen out here；〃 Stick said。 〃Tell your boy to stay away from town。〃
〃You tell him；〃 Pappy shot back。 〃He ain't my boy。 I don't care what happens to 'im。〃
Stick looked around at the front yard； where the Spruills were going about the business of preparing supper。 He had no desire to venture over there。
He looked at Pappy and said； 〃Tell him； Eli。〃 He turned and walked to his car。
It groaned and sputtered and finally started； and we watched him back into the road and drive away。
After supper I was watching my father patch an inner tube from our tractor when Tally appeared in the distance。 It was late but not yet dark； and she seemed to cling to the long shadows as she moved toward the silo。 I watched her carefully until she stopped and waved for me to follow。 My father was mumbling； the patching was not going well； and I slipped away toward the house。 Then I ran behind our truck； found the shadows； and within seconds we were walking along a field row in the general direction of Siler's Creek。
〃Where you goin'？〃 I finally asked； after it became apparent she was not going to speak first。
〃I don't know。 Just walkin'。〃
〃You goin' to the creek？〃
She laughed softly and said； 〃You'd like that； wouldn't you； Luke？ You wanna see me again； don't you？〃
My cheeks burned； and I couldn't think of anything to say。
〃Maybe later；〃 she said。
I wanted to ask her about Cowboy； but that subject seemed so ugly and private that I didn't have the nerve to go near it。 And I wanted to ask her how she knew that Libby Latcher was telling that Ricky was the father of her baby； but again； it was something else I just couldn't bring up。 Tally was always mysterious； always moody； and I adored her pletely。 Walking with her along the narrow path made me feel twenty years old。
〃What did that deputy want？〃 she asked。
I told her everything。 Stick had delivered no forbidden secrets。 The Siscos were talking big； and they were crazy enough to try something。 I relayed it all to Tally。
She thought about it as we walked； then asked； 〃Is Stick gonna arrest Hank for killin' that boy？〃
I had to be careful here。 The Spruills were at war with each other； but any hint of an outside threat and they'd close ranks。 〃Pappy's worried about y'all leavin'；〃 I said。
〃What's that gotta do with Hank？〃
〃If he gets arrested； then y'all might leave。〃
〃We ain't leavin'； Luke。 We need the money。〃
We had stopped walking。 She was looking at me； and I was studying my bare feet。 〃I think Stick wants to wait till the cotton's in；〃 I said。
She absorbed this without a word； then turned and started back toward the house。 I tagged along； certain I'd said too much。 She said good night at the silo and disappeared into the darkness。
Hours later； when I was supposed to be asleep； I listened through the open window as the Spruills growled and snapped at each other。 Hank was in the middle of every fight。 I could not always hear what
