YOUNG PEOPLE ANYMORE they seem to have a hard time growin up. I dont know why. Maybe its just that you dont grow up any faster than what you have to. I had a cousin utized peace officer when he was eighteen. He was married and had a kid at the time. I had a friend that I grew up with was a ordained Baptist preacher at the same age. Pastor of a little old try church. He left there to go to Lubbock after about three years and wheold em he was leavin they just set there in that church and blubbered. Men and women alike. Hed married em and baptized em and buried em.
He was twenty-one years old, maybe twenty-two. When he preached theyd be standin out in the yard listenin. It surprised me. He was always quiet in school. I was twenty- one when I went in the army and I was one of the oldest in our class at boot camp. Six months later I was in France shootin people with a rifle. I didnt even think it was all that peculiar at the time. Four years later I was sheriff of this ty. I never doubted but what I was supposed to be her. People anymore you talk abht and wrong theyre liable to smile at you. But I never had a lot of doubts about things like that. In my thoughts about things like that. I hope I never do.
Loretta told me that she had heard on the radio about some pertage of the children in this try bein raised by their grandparents. I fet what it retty high, I thought. Parents wouldnt raise em. We talked about that. What we thought was that when the geion e along and they dont want to raise their childreher then who is goin to do it? Their own parents will be the only grandparents around and they wouldnt even raise them. We didnt have a answer about that. On my better days I think that there is somethin I dont know or there is somethin that Im leavin out. But them times are seldom. I wake up sometimes way in the night and I know as certain as death that there aint nothin short of the sed in of Christ that slow this train.
I dont know what is the use of me layin awake over it. But I do.
I dont believe you could do this job without a wife. A pretty unusual wife at that. Cook and jailer and I dont know what all. Them boys dont know how good theyve got it. Well, maybe they do. I never worried about her bein safe. They get fresh garden stuff a good part of the year. Good bread. Soupbeans. Shes been known to fix em hamburgers and french fries. Weve had em to e back even years later and theyd be married and doin good. Bring their wives. Bring their kids even. They didnt e back to see me. Ive seeo introduce their wives or their sweethearts and then just go to bawlin. Growhat had done some pretty bad things. She knew what she was doin. She always did. So we go over budget on the jail ever month but what are you goin to do about that?
You aint goin to do nothin about it. Thats what yoin to do.
CHIGURH PULLED OFF of the highway at the jun of 131 and opehe telephone directory in his lap and folded over the bloodstained pages till he got to veterinarian. There was a ic outside Bracketville about thirty minutes away. He looked at the towel around his leg. It was soaked through with blood and blood had soaked into the seat. He threw the directory in the floor and sat with his hands at the top of the steering wheel. He sat there for about three mihe the vehicle in gear and pulled out onto the highway again.
He drove to the crossroads at La Pryor and took the road north to Uvalde.