The hot sky was cloudless. Cicadas sang in the cottonwoods along the river. The air smelled of sewage, dust, onions, and diesel. The owner frowned when Ned checked them in and John knew it was because even down in the Valley, white and black men didn’t room together. Money ruled though, and he reluctantly gave them a key. John rested uncomfortably in one of the small chairs provided by the little motel while Ned made two collect calls back to Chisum. The first one nearly scared him to death and added another layer to a nearly smothering sense of dread. Ned had a white-knuckled grip on the receiver. “Them two kids did what?” He shook his head at John while Miss Becky explained. When she paused, Ned held his hand over the speaker. “You ain’t gonna believe this, John, them two little shits snuck into the back of the car Tom Bell borrowed from O.C., and by the time he found them, he said he was south of San Antonio.”
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