This is part 2 of… Well, read the title. If you want
part 1 here’s the link. You don’t really need it because it’s
nothing but nonsense about global warming and aero planes. If you
want to buy the book – please do. link
It was hot, but not as hot as it is now. Slimy and me
was working together for the first time. As a matter of fact we were
at church, but we was workin’, not going there for preaching.
There was a different padre
at Saint Frank’s then, Father Julio. I’m not partial to
religious men, but Father Julio wasn’t too bad. He was the first
living client I had in Taos.
You see, Father Julio admired the coffin I made for
Rutherford James and asked me if I’d be insulted workin’ on a
couple nice outhouses for behind the church. He had this idea that
men and women shouldn’t use the same shitter, so he wanted one for
each. He thought I should carve Jesus on the men’s door and Mary
on the women’s.
I told him that I didn’t much know what they looked
like, so maybe I should carve a devil for the men and an angel for
the women.
We finally decided to put hombres
and mujeres in fancy
letters. I guess Father Julio didn’t much care for devils.
Well, Father Julio wanted a whole new set up, so he
hired Slimy to dig two new pits, and while Slimy was diggin’, I was
banging together the planks for the walls and frame (I already had
the doors done).
Now, Slimy was a peculiar character. I guess you knew
that, but one way he was peculiar was the way he dressed. He wore
all his clothes, all the time.
It was a hot day, and Slimy was digging a couple
ditches, but he was wearing all his clothes, including that oversized
duster. Ya gotta figure he was hot as hell in that damn thing, but
there he was, digging ditches with his big fool coat on.
He was tellin’ me some story. I only say that because
Slimy was always tellin’ me a story, but like usual I wasn’t
payin’ any attention. I just kept my bad eye pointed his way as I
worked, and that was good enough for him.
It was my good eye that spotted trouble.
A real thinking man might figure that one feller,
especially a feller like Rutherford James, couldn’t work all by
himself gettin’ all those guns and liquor to so many Indians. It
just stood to reason a feller like that had people that worked for
him. It also stood to reason that those people might not like a
dirt-ditch-digger killin’ the Indian agent that was payin’ them
so much money.
It just goes to show that no one at the Rosa Linda was a
real thinking man, ’cause even Estevo didn’t think of it, or if
he did, he didn’t say anything.
Might be trouble ahead for Slimy and Walter. Maybe a number 6
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