e ought buckshot shells。 the box of shells contained almost exactly the firepower of a claymore mine。 he had them wrap the gun and he left with it under his arm and walked up pecan street to a hardware store。
there he bought a hacksaw and a flat millfile and some miscellaneous items。 a pair of pliers and a pair of sidecutters。 a screwdriver。 flashlight。 a roll of duct tape。
he stood on the sidewalk with his purchases。 then he turned and walked back down the street。
in the sporting goods store again he asked the same clerk if he had any aluminum tentpoles。 he tried to explain that he didnt care what kind of tent it was； he just needed the poles。
the clerk studied him。 whatever kind of tent it is； he said； wed still have to special order poles for it。 you need to get the manufacturer and the model number。
you sell tents； right？
we got three different models。
which one has got the most poles in it？
well； i guess that would be our ten foot walltent。 you can stand up in it。 well； some people could stand up in it。 its got a six foot clearance at the ridge。
let me have one。
yessir。
he brought the tent from the stockroom and laid it on the counter。 it came in an orange nylon bag。 moss laid the shotgun and the bag of hardware on the counter and untied the strings and pulled the tent from the bag together with the poles and cords。
its all there； the clerk said。
what do i owe you。
its one seventy…nine plus tax。
he laid two of the hundred dollar bills on the counter。 the tentpoles were in a separate bag and he pulled this out and put it with his other things。 the clerk gave him his change and the receipt and moss gathered up the shotgun and his hardware purchases together with the tentpoles and thanked him and turned and left。 what about the tent？
the clerk called。
in the room he unwrapped the shotgun and wedged it in an open drawer and held it and sawed the barrel off just in front of the magazine。 he squared up the cut with the file and smoothed it and wiped out the muzzle of the barrel with a damp facecloth and set it aside。 then he sawed off the stock in a line that left it with a pistol grip and sat on the bed and dressed the grip smooth with the file。 when he had it the way he wanted it he slid the forearm back and slid it forward again and let the hammer down with his thumb and turned it sideways and looked at it。 it looked pretty good。 he turned it over and opened the box of shells and fed the heavy waxed loads into the magazine one by one。
he jacked the slide back and chambered a shell and lowered the hammer and then put one more round in the magazine and laid the gun across his lap。 it was less than two feet long。
he called the trail motel and told the woman to hold his room for him。 then he shoved the gun and the shells and the tools under the mattress and went out again。
he went to wal…mart and bought some clothes and a small nylon zipper bag to put them in。 a pair of jeans and a couple of shirts and some socks。 in the afternoon he went for a long walk out along the lake； taking the cut…off gunbarrel and the stock with him in the bag。 he slung the barrel out into the water as far as he could throw it and he buried the stock under a ledge of shale。 there were deer moving away through the desert scrub。 he heard them snort and he could see them where they came out on a ridge a hundred yards away to stand looking back at him。 he sat on a gravel beach with the empty bag folded in his lap and watched the sun set。 watched the land turn blue and cold。 an osprey went down the lake。 then there was just the darkness。
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No Country for Old MenIV
i was sheriff of this county when i was twenty…five。 hard to believe。 my father was not a lawman。 jack was my grandfather。 me and him was sheriff at the same time； him in piano and me here。 i think he was pretty proud of that。 i know i was。 i was just back from the war。 i had some medals and stuff and of course people had got wind of that。 i campaigned pretty hard。 you had to。 i tried to be fair。 jack used to say that any time youre throwin dirt youre losin ground but i think mostly it just wasnt in him。 to speak ill of anybody。 and i never did mind bein like him。 me and my wife has been married thirty…one years。 no children。 we lost a girl but i wont talk about that。 i served two terms and then we moved to denton texas。 jack used to say that bein sheriff was one of the best jobs you could have and bein a ex…sheriff one of the worst。 maybe lots of things is like that。 we stayed gone and stayed gone。 i done different things。 was a detective on the railroad for a while。 by that time my wife wasnt all that sure about us in back here。 about me runnin。 but she seen i wanted to so thats what we done。 shes a better person than me； which i will admit to anybody that cares to listen。 not that thats sayin a whole lot。 shes a better person than anybody i know。 period。
people think they know what they want but they generally dont。 sometimes if theyre lucky theyll get it anyways。 me i was always lucky。 my whole life。 i wouldnt be here otherwise。 scrapes i been in。 but the day i seen her e out of kerrs mercantile and cross the street and she passed me and i tipped my hat to her and got just almost a smile back； that was the luckiest。
people plain about the bad things that happen to em that they dont deserve but they seldom mention the good。 about what they done to deserve them things。 i dont recall that i ever give the good lord all that much cause to smile on me。 but he did。
when bell walked into the cafe on tuesday morning it was just daylight。 he got his paper and went to his table in the corner。 the men he passed at the big table nodded to him and said sheriff。 the waitress brought him his coffee and went back to the kitchen and ordered his eggs。 he sat stirring the coffee with his spoon although there was nothing to stir since he drank it black。 the haskins boys picture was on the front page of the austin paper。 bell read； shaking his head。 his wife was twenty years old。
you know what you could do for her？ not a damn thing。 lamar had never lost a man in twenty some odd years。 this is what he would remember。 this is what hed be remembered for。
she came with his eggs and he folded the paper and laid it by。
he took wendell with him and they drove down to the desert aire and stood at the door while wendell knocked。
look at the lock； bell said。
wendell drew his pistol and opened the door。 sheriffs department； he called。
there aint nobody here。
no reason not to be careful。
thats right。 no reason in the world。
they walked in and stood。 wendell would have holstered his pistol but bell stopped him。 lets just keep to that careful routine； he said。
yessir。
he walked over and picked up a small brass slug off of the carpet and held it up。
whats that？ said wendell。
cylinder out of the lock。
bell passed his hand over the plywood of the room…divider。 heres where it hit at； he said。 he balanced the piece of brass in his palm and looked toward the door。 you could weigh this thing and measure the distance and the drop and calculate the speed。
i expect you could。
pretty good speed。
yessir。 pretty good speed。
they walked through the rooms。 what do you think； sheriff？
i believe theyve done lit a shuck。
i do too。
kindly in a hurry about it； too。
yep。
he walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator and looked in and shut it again。
he looked in the freezer。
so when was he here； sheriff？
hard to say。 we might of just missed him。
you think this boy has got any notion of the sorts of sons of bitches that are huntin him？
i dont know。 he ought to。 he seen the same things i seen and it made a impression on me。
theyre in a world of trouble； aint they？
yes they are。
bell walked back into the livingroom。 he sat on the sofa。 wendell stood in the doorway。
he was still holding the revolver in his hand。 what are you thinkin？ he said。
bell shook his head。 he didnt look up。
by wednesday half of the state of texas was on its way to sanderson。 bell sat at his table in the cafe and read the news。 he lowered the paper and looked up。 a man about thirty years old that hed never seen before was standing there。 he introduced himself as a reporter for the san antonio light。 whats all this about； sheriff？ he said。
it appears to be a huntin accident。
hunting accident？
yessir。
how could it be a hunting accident？ youre pulling my leg。
let me ask you somethin。
all right。
last year nineteen felony charges were filed in the terrell county court。 how many of those would you say were not drug related？
i dont know。
two。 in the meantime i got a county the size of delaware that is full of people who need my help。 what do you think about that？
i dont know。
i dont either。 now i just need to eat my breakfast here。 i got kindly a full day ahead。
he and torbert drove out in torberts four wheel drive truck。 all was as theyd left it。
they parked a ways from mosss truck and waited。 its ten； torbert said。
what？
its ten。 deceased。 we forgot about old wyrick。 its ten。
bell nodded。 that