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309 pages, Paperback
First published July 19, 2005
What’s in the satchel you brought in?
I told you what was in the satchel.
You said it was full of money.
Well then I reckon that’s what’s in it.
Where’s it at?
Under the bed in the back room.
Under the bed.
Can I go back there and look?
You’re free white and twenty-one so I reckon you can do whatever you want.
I ain't twenty-one.
Well whatever you are.
And you want me to get on a bus and go to Odessa.
You are gettin on a bus and going to Odessa.
What am I supposed to tell Mama?
Well, try standin in the door and hollerin: Mama, I’m home.
Where’s your truck at?
Gone the way of all flesh. Nothin’s forever…
He stood there looking out across the desert. So quiet. Low hum of wind in the wires. High bloodweeds along the road. Wiregrass and sacahuista. Beyond in the stone arroyos the tracks of dragons. The raw rock mountains shadowed in the late sun and to the east the shimmering abscissa of the desert plains under a sky where raincurtains hung dark as soot all along the quadrant. That god lives in silence who has scoured the following land with salt and ash.