he registered and got the key and hobbled up the steps and down the hall to his room and went in and locked the door and lay on the bed with the shotgun across his chest staring at the ceiling。 he could think of no reason for the transponder sending unit to be in the hotel。 he ruled out moss because he thought moss was almost certainly dead。
that left the police。 or some agent of the matacumbe petroleum group。 who must think that he thought that they thought that he thought they were very dumb。 he thought about that。
when he woke it was ten…thirty at night and he lay there in the half dark and the quiet but he knew what the answer was。 he got up and put the shotgun behind the pillows and stuck the pistol into the waistband of his trousers。 then he went out and limped down the stairs to the desk。
the clerk was sitting reading a magazine and when he saw chigurh he stuck the magazine under the desk and rose。 yessir； he said。
id like to see the registration。
are you a police officer？
no。 im not。
im afraid i cant do that sir。
yes you can。
when he came back up he stopped and stood listening in the hallway outside his door。
he went in and got the shotgun and the receiver and then walked down to the room with the tape across it and held the box to the door and turned it on。 he went down to the second door and tried the reception there。 then he came back to the first room and opened the door with the key from the desk and stepped back and stood against the hallway wall。
he could hear traffic in the street beyond the parking lot but still he thought the window was closed。 there was no air moving。 he looked quickly into the room。 bed pulled away from the wall。 bathroom door open。 he checked the safety on the shotgun。 he stepped across the doorway to the other side。
there was no one in the room。 he scanned the room with the box and found the sending unit in the drawer of the bedside table。 he sat on the bed turning it in his hand。 small lozenge of burnished metal the size of a domino。 he looked out the window at the parking lot。 his leg hurt。 he put the piece of metal in his pocket and turned off the receiver and rose and left； pulling the door shut behind him。 inside the room the phone rang。 he thought about that for a minute。 then he set the transponder on the windowsill in the hallway and turned and went back down to the lobby。
and there he waited for wells。 no one would do that。 he sat in a leather armchair pushed back into the corner where he could see both the front door and the hallway to the rear。 wells came in at eleven…thirteen and chigurh rose and followed him up the stairs； the shotgun wrapped loosely in the newspaper hed been reading。 halfway up the stairs wells turned and looked back and chigurh let the paper fall and raised the shotgun to his waist。 hello； carson； he said。
they sat in wells room； wells on the bed and chigurh in the chair by the window。 you dont have to do this； wells said。 im a daytrader。 i could just go home。
you could。
id make it worth your while。 take you to an atm。 everybody just walks away。 theres about fourteen grand in it。
good payday。
i think so。
chigurh looked out the window； the shotgun across his knee。 getting hurt changed me； he said。 changed my perspective。 ive moved on； in a way。 some things have fallen into place that were not there before。 i thought they were； but they werent。 the best way i can put it is that ive sort of caught up with myself。 thats not a bad thing。 it was overdue。
its still a good payday。
it is。 its just in the wrong currency。
wells eyed the distance between them。 senseless。 maybe twenty years ago。 probably not even then。 do what you have to do； he said。
chigurh sat slouched casually in the chair； his chin resting against his knuckles。
watching wells。 watching his last thoughts。 hed seen it all before。 so had wells。
it started before that； he said。 i didnt realize it at the time。 when i went down on the border i stopped in a cafe in this town and there were some men in there drinking beer and one of them kept looking back at me。 i didnt pay any attention to him。 i ordered my dinner and ate。 but when i walked up to the counter to pay the check i had to go past them and they were all grinning and he said something that was hard to ignore。 do you know what i did？
yeah。 i know what you did。
i ignored him。 i paid my bill and i had started to push through the door when he said the same thing again。 i turned and looked at him。 i was just standing there picking my teeth with a toothpick and i gave him a little gesture with my head。 for him to e outside。
if he would like to。 and then i went out。 and i waited in the parking lot。 and he and his friends came out and i killed him in the parking lot and then i got into my car。 they were all gathered around him。 they didnt know what had happened。 they didnt know that he was dead。 one of them said that i had put a sleeper hold on him and then the others all said that。 they were trying to get him to sit up。 they were slapping him and trying to get him to sit up。 an hour later i was pulled over by a sheriffs deputy outside of sonora texas and i let him take me into town in handcuffs。 im not sure why i did this but i think i wanted to see if i could extricate myself by an act of will。 because i believe that one can。 that such a thing is possible。 but it was a foolish thing to do。 a vain thing to do。 do you understand？
do i understand？
yes。
do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are？
the nature of this conversation？
the nature of you。
chigurh leaned back。 he studied wells。 tell me something； he said。
what。
if the rule you followed led you to this of what use was the rule？
i dont know what youre talking about。
im talking about your life。 in which now everything can be seen at once。
im not interested in your bullshit； anton。
i thought you might want to explain yourself。
i dont have to explain myself to you。
not to me。 to yourself。 i thought you might have something to say。
you go to hell。
you surprise me； thats all。 i expected something different。 it calls past events into question。 dont you think so？
you think id trade places with you？
yes。 i do。 im here and you are there。 in a few minutes i will still be here。
wells looked out the darkened window。 i know where the satchel is； he said。
if you knew where the satchel was you would have it。
i was going to have to wait until there was no one around。 till night。 two in the morning。 something like that。
you know where the satchel is。
yes。
i know something better。
whats that。
i know where its going to be。
and where is that。
it will be brought to me and placed at my feet。
wells wiped his mouth with the back of his hand。 it wouldnt cost you anything。 its twenty minutes from here。
you know thats not going to happen。 dont you？
wells didnt answer。
dont you？
you go to hell。
you think you can put it off with your eyes。
what do you mean？
you think that as long as you keep looking at me you can put it off。
i dont think that。
yes you do。 you should admit your situation。 there would be more dignity in it。 im trying to help you。
you son of a bitch。
you think you wont close your eyes。 but you will。
wells didnt answer。 chigurh watched him。 i know what else you think； he said。
you dont know what i think。
you think im like you。 that its just greed。 but im not like you。 i live a simple life。
just do it。
you wouldnt understand。 a man like you。
just do it。
yes； chigurh said。 they always say that。 but they dont mean it； do they？
you piece of shit。
its not good； carson。 you need to pose yourself。 if you dont respect me what must you think of yourself？ look at where you are。
you think youre outside of everything； wells said。 but youre not。
not everything。 no。
youre not outside of death。
it doesnt mean to me what it does to you。
you think im afraid to die？
yes。
just do it。 do it and goddamn you。
its not the same； chigurh said。 youve been giving up things for years to get here。 i dont think i even understood that。 how does a man decide in what order to abandon his life？ were in the same line of work。 up to a point。 did you hold me in such contempt？
why would you do that？ how did you let yourself get in this situation？
wells looked out at the street。 what time is it？ he said。
chigurh raised his wrist and looked at his watch。 eleven fifty…seven he said。
wells nodded。 by the old womans calendar ive got three more minutes。 well the hell with it。 i think i saw all this ing a long time ago。 almost like a dream。 déjà vu。 he looked at chigurh。 im not interested in your opinions； he said。 just do it。 you goddamned psychopath。 do it and goddamn you to hell。
he did close his eyes。 he closed his eyes and he turned his head and he raised one hand to fend away what could not be fended away。 chigurh shot him in the face。 everything that wells had ever known or thought or loved drained slowly down the wall behind him。 his mothers face； his first munion； women he had known。 the faces of men as they died on their