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Max looked down at it； then at Reeves。 He picked up the money and counted it。 〃There's only five hundred dollars here；〃 he said。
〃What did you expect？〃 Reeves asked。
〃We came into Fort Worth with seven thousand。 My share of that alone was twenty…three hundred an' we ain't been exactly losin' money in the saloon。〃 Max took a ready…made from Reeves's desk and lit it。 〃I figger Mike an' me's due at least five thousand。〃
Reeves shrugged。 〃I won't argue；〃 he said。 〃After all； we been through a lot together； you an' me。 If that's what you figure； that's what you get。〃
He counted the money out on the desk。 Max picked it up and put it in his pocket。 〃I didn't think you'd part with it so easy；〃 he said。
He was halfway to the saloon when someone hailed him from the rear。 He turned around slowly。
The sheriff and two deputies advanced on him； their guns drawn。 Reeves was with them。
〃What's up； Sheriff？〃 Max asked。
〃Search him；〃 Reeves said excitedly。 〃You'll find the money he stole right on him。〃
〃Stole？〃 Max said。 〃He's crazy！ That money's mine。 He owed it to me。〃
〃Keep your hand away from your gun；〃 the sheriff said； moving forward cautiously。 He stuck his hand in Max's pocket。 It came out with a sheaf of bills。
〃See！〃 Reeves yelled。 〃What did I tell you？〃
〃You son of a bitch！〃 Max exploded。 He flung himself toward Reeves。 Before he could reach him； the sheriff brought his gun butt down along the side of Max's head。 It was just at that moment that Mike looked out the window of the room over the saloon。
Reeves walked over to Max and looked down at him。 〃I shoulda known better than to trust a half…breed。〃
〃Pick him up； boys； an' tote him over to the jail；〃 the sheriff said。
〃Better get over to the saloon and get his nigger friend； too；〃 Reeves said。 〃He was probably in on it。〃
Mike saw the sheriff look over at the saloon； then begin to walk toward it。 He didn't wait any longer。 He went down the back stairs and got the hell out of town。
Reeves rode along the road to his ranch； half humming to himself。 He was feeling good。 For the first time； he was secure。 Max wouldn't dare talk； it would only make it worse for him。 And the nigger was gone。 Leave it to a nigger to run when things got rough。 He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he never heard the crack of the snake as it whipped out from behind the trees and dragged him down off his horse。
He scrambled to his feet and reached for his gun but the next crack of the snake tore it from his fingers。 Mike walked slowly toward him； the big whip coiling slowly back up his arm。
Reeves screamed in terror。
The big snake cracked again and Reeves spun around and tumbled over backward into the dust。 He got to his hands and knees and began to crawl； then scrambled to his feet and tried to run。 The snake ran down the road after him and crept between his legs； throwing him to the ground。 He turned his head and saw Mike's arm go up into the air； the long black whip rising with it。
He screamed as the snake tore into him again。
Sometime early the next morning； the sheriff and his deputies came across a body lying at the side of the road。 During the night； someone had torn the bars from the window of the jail's only cell and Max had escaped。
One of the deputies saw the body first。 He wheeled his horse over beside it and looked down。
The sheriff and the other deputy wheeled their horses。 For a long while； they stared down at the mutilated body。 Then one of them took off his hat and wiped the cold； beaded sweat from his forehead。 〃That looks like Banker Reeves。〃
The sheriff turned and looked at him。 〃That was Banker Reeves；〃 he said。 He； too； took off his hat and wiped his face。 〃Funny；〃 he added。 〃The only thing I know of that can do that to a man is a Louisiana prison snake。〃
14
THE NAME OF THE VILLAGE IN SPANISH WAS VERY long and difficult for Americans to pronounce； so after a while they gave it their own name。 Hideout。 It was a place to go when there was nowhere else to turn； when the law was hot on your neck and you were tired of sleeping nights on the cold prairie and eating dry beef and cold beans from a can。 It was expensive but it was worth it。 Four miles over the border and the law could not reach you。
And it was the only place in Mexico where you could always get American whisky。 Even if you had to pay four times the price for it。
The alcalde sat at his table in the rear of the cantina and watched the two americanos e in。 They sat down at the table near the door。 The smaller one ordered tequila。
The alcalde watched the two with interest。 Soon they would be going away。 It was always like that。 When first they came； they'd have nothing but the best。 The finest whisky； the best rooms； the most expensive girls。 Then their money would run short and they'd begin to reduce their expenses。 First； the room would be changed for a cheaper one； next； the girls would go。 Last； the whisky。 When they got down to drinking tequila； it meant that before long； they'd be moving on。
He lifted his glass and drank his tequila quickly。 That was the way of the world。 He looked at the smaller man again。 There was something about him that had caught his eye。 He sighed； thinking of his youth。 Juárez would have liked this one： the Indian blood in the Jefe told him instinctively which ones were the warriors。 He sighed again。 Poor Juárez； he wanted so much for the people and got so little。 He wondered if before the Jefe died； he had realized that the only reason for his failure was that the people didn't want as much for themselves as he had wanted for them。 He stared at the americanos； remembering the first time he had seen them。 It was almost three years ago。
They had e into the cantina quietly； weary and covered with the dust of their travels。 Then； as now； they had sat at the table near the door。
The bottle and glasses were on the table when the big man at the bar had e over to them。 He spoke to the smaller man； ignoring the other。 〃We don't allow niggers in this here saloon。〃
The smaller man didn't even look up。 He filled his friend's glass first； then his own。 He lifted it to his lips。
The glass shattered against the floor and silence abruptly fell across the cantina。 〃Get your nigger outa here；〃 the big man said。 He stared at them for a moment； then turned and strode back to the bar。
The Negro started to rise but the smaller man stopped him with a gesture from his eyes。 Slowly the Negro sank back into his chair。
It was only when the smaller man left the table to go to the bar that the alcalde realized that he wasn't as small as he had first thought。 It was only by parison to the Negro that he seemed small。
〃Who makes the rules here？〃 he asked the bartender。
The bartender gestured toward the rear。 〃The alcalde； se？or。〃
The americano turned and came toward the table。 His eyes surprised the alcalde； they were a hard； dark blue。 He spoke in Spanish； with a trace of Cuban accent。 〃Does the swine speak the truth； se？or？〃
〃No； se？or；〃 the alcalde replied。 〃All are wele here who have the money to pay their way。〃
The man nodded and returned to the bar。 He stopped in front of the man who had e over to his table。 〃The alcalde tells me my friend can stay；〃 he said。
The man turned to him angrily。 〃Who the hell cares what that greaser thinks？ Just because we're across the border； doesn't mean I have to drink with niggers！〃
The smaller man's voice was cold。 〃My friend eats with me； drinks with me； sleeps with me； and he's not goin'。〃 He turned his back calmly and went back to his table。
He was just seating himself again when the angry americano started for him。 〃If you like niggers so much； nigger…lover； see how you like sleepin' with a dead one！〃 he shouted； pulling his gun。
The smaller americano seemed scarcely to move but the gun was in his hand； smoke rising from its barrel； the echo of a shot fading away in the rafters of the cantina。 And the loud…mouthed one lay dead on the floor in front of the bar。
〃I apologize for the disturbance we have made against the hospitality of your village；〃 he said in his strange Spanish。
The alcalde looked down at the man on the floor； and shrugged。 〃De nada；〃 he said。 〃It is nothing。 You were right。 The swine had no grace。〃
Now； almost three years later； the alcalde sighed； remembering。 The little one had grace； much grace … natural like a panther。 And the gun。 Caramba！ There had never been anything so fast。 It seemed almost to have a life of its own。 What a pistolera this one would have made。 Juárez would have been proud of him。
Several times each year； the two friends would quietly disappear from the village and as quietly reappear … several weeks； sometimes several months later。 And each time they came back； they had money to pay for their rooms； their women； their whisky。
But each time； the alcalde could sense a deeper solitude in them； a greater aloneness。 There were times he felt a strange kind of pity for them。 They were not like the others that came to the village。 This way of life held no pleasure for them。
And now they were drinking tequila again。 How many times before they would go out like this and never return？ Not only to this village but to nowhere on this earth。
Max swallowed the tequila and bit into the lime。 The tart juice burst into his throat； giving his mouth a clean； fresh feeling。 He looked at Mike。 〃How much we got left？〃
Mike thought for a moment。 〃Maybe three more weeks。〃
Max rolled a cigarette and lit it。 〃What we gotta do is make a big hit。 Then maybe we could go up into California or Nevada or someplace where they don' know us an' git ourselves straightened out。 Money shore don' last long around this place。〃
The Negro nodded。 〃It sho' don'；〃 he agreed。 〃But that ain' the answer。 We gotta split up。 They lookin' for us together。 When they see me； it's like you carryin' a big ol' sign with you' name on it。〃
Max filled his glass again。 〃Tryin' to get rid of me？〃 He smiled； throwing the liquor down his throat and reaching for the lime。
Mike said seriously； 〃Maybe 'thout me； you could settle down someplace an' make a life fo' yourself。 You won' have to run no mor'。〃
Max spit out a lime seed。 〃We made us a deal to stick together。 We get enough money this time； we'll head for California。〃
The door opened and a tall； redheaded cowboy came in。 He walked over to their table and dropped into an empty chair。 〃Ol' Charlie Dobbs got here in the nick o' time； I reckon。〃 He laughed。 〃That there tequila'll eat the linin' off your stomach sure as hell。 Bartender； bring us a bottle of whisky。〃
The bartender put whisky and glasses on the table and walked away。 Charlie filled the glasses and they drank。
〃What brings you back； Charlie？〃 Max asked。 〃I thought you were headin' up Reno way。〃
〃I was。 But I run into the biggest thing ever I saw。 It was too good to pass up。〃
〃What kinda job？〃 Max asked； leaning across the table。
Charlie lowered his voice。 〃A new bank。 You remember I tol' you I heard las' year they were minin' for oil up in Texas？ I decided to pay them diggin's a visit on my way north。〃 He poured another drink and swallowed it quickly。 〃Well； they found it all right。 It's the craziest thing you ever saw。 They sink a well down in the groun' an' instead of water； up es oil。 Then they pipe it off； barrel it an' ship it east。 There's oil all over the place an' that bank's just bustin' with money。〃
〃Sounds good to me；〃 Max said。 〃What's the deal？〃
〃A local man set up the job but he needs help。 He wants two shares； we get one share each。〃
〃Fair enough；〃 Max said。 He turned to Mike。 〃What do you think？〃
Mike nodded。 〃When we pull the job？〃 he asked。
Charlie looked at him。 〃Right after the new year。 The bank is gettin' in a lot of money then for new diggin'。〃 He refilled all the glasses。 〃We'll have to start tomorrow。 It took me three weeks to ride down here。〃
15
MAX PUSHED HIS WAY INTO THE SALOON BEHIND Charlie Dobbs。 It was crowded with oil…miners and cowboys and the dice table and faro layouts were working full blast。 Men were standing three deep around them waiting for a chance at the games。
〃What'd I tell you？〃 Charlie chortled。 〃This is a real boom to