No Country for Old Men-第40章

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und　a　crying　woman　but　it　never　felt　natural　to　him。　he　　walked　down　the　steps　and　out　the　back　door　and　got　in　his　truck　and　sat　there。　he　　couldnt　name　the　feeling。　it　was　sadness　but　it　was　something　else　besides。　and　the　　something　else　besides　was　what　had　him　sitting　there　instead　of　starting　the　truck。　hed　　felt　like　this　before　but　not　in　a　long　time　and　when　he　said　that；　then　he　knew　what　it　　was。　it　was　defeat。　it　was　being　beaten。　more　bitter　to　him　than　death。　you　need　to　get　　over　that；　he　said。　then　he　started　the　truck。

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No　Country　for　Old　MenXIII

（小//说；网/
where　you　went　out　the　back　door　of　that　house　there　was　a　stone　water　trough　in　the　　weeds　by　the　side　of　the　house。　a　galvanized　pipe　e　off　the　roof　and　the　trough　　stayed　pretty　much　full　and　i　remember　stoppin　there　one　time　and　squattin　down　and　　lookin　at　it　and　i　got　to　thinkin　about　it。　i　dont　know　how　long　it　had　been　there。　a　　hundred　years。　two　hundred。　you　could　see　the　chisel　marks　in　the　stone。　it　was　hewed　　out　of　solid　rock　and　it　was　about　six　foot　long　and　maybe　a　foot　and　a　half　wide　and　　about　that　deep。　just　chiseled　out　of　the　rock。　and　i　got　to　thinkin　about　the　man　that　　done　that。　that　country　had　not　had　a　time　of　peace　much　of　any　length　at　all　that　i　　knew　of。　ive　read　a　little　of　the　history　of　it　since　and　i　aint　sure　it　ever　had　one。　but　　this　man　had　set　down　with　a　hammer　and　chisel　and　carved　out　a　stone　water　trough　to　　last　ten　thousand　years。　why　was　that？　what　was　it　that　he　had　faith　in？　it　wasnt　that　　nothin　would　change。　which　is　what　you　might　think；　i　suppose。　he　had　to　know　bettern　　that。　ive　thought　about　it　a　good　deal。　i　thought　about　it　after　i　left　there　with　that　　house　blown　to　pieces。　im　goin　to　say　that　water　trough　is　there　yet。　it　would　of　took　　somethin　to　move　it；　i　can　tell　you　that。　so　i　think　about　him　settin　there　with　his　　hammer　and　his　chisel；　maybe　just　a　hour　or　two　after　supper；　i　dont　know。　and　i　have　　to　say　that　the　only　thing　i　can　think　is　that　there　was　some　sort　of　promise　in　his　heart。

and　i　dont　have　no　intentions　of　carvin　a　stone　water　trough。　but　i　would　like　to　be　able　　to　make　that　kind　of　promise。　i　think　thats　what　i　would　like　most　of　all。

the　other　thing　is　that　i　have　not　said　much　about　my　father　and　i　know　i　have　not　done　　him　justice。　ive　been　older　now　than　he　ever　was　for　almost　twenty　years　so　in　a　sense　　im　lookin　back　at　a　younger　man。　he　went　on　the　road　tradin　horses　when　he　was　not　　much　more　than　a　boy。　he　told　me　the　first　time　or　two　he　got　skinned　pretty　good　but　　he　learned。　he　said　this　trader　one　time　he　put　his　arm　around　him　and　he　looked　down　　at　him　and　he　told　him；　said：　son；　im　goin　to　trade　with　you　like　you　didnt　even　have　a　　horse。　point　bein　some　people　will　actually　tell　you　what　it　is　they　aim　to　do　to　you　and　　whenever　they　do　you　might　want　to　listen。　that　stuck　with　me。　he　knew　about　horses　　and　he　was　good　with　em。　ive　seen　him　break　a　few　and　he　knew　what　he　was　doin。

very　easy　on　the　horse。　talked　to　em　a　lot。　he　never　broke　nothin　in　me　and　i　owe　him　　more　than　i　would　of　thought。　as　the　world　might　look　at　it　i　suppose　i　was　a　better　man。

bad　as　that　sounds　to　say。　bad　as　that　is　to　say。　that　has　got　to　of　been　hard　to　live　with。

let　alone　his　daddy。　he　would　never　of　made　a　lawman。　he　went　to　college　i　think　two　　years　but　he　never　did　finish。　ive　thought　about　him　a　lot　less　than　i　should　of　and　i　　know　that　aint　right　neither。　i　had　two　dreams　about　him　after　he　died。　i　dont　remember　　the　first　one　all　that　well　but　it　was　about　meetin　him　in　town　somewheres　and　he　give　　me　some　money　and　i　think　i　lost　it。　but　the　second　one　it　was　like　we　was　both　back　in　　older　times　and　i　was　on　horseback　goin　through　the　mountains　of　a　night。　goin　　through　this　pass　in　the　mountains。　it　was　cold　and　there　was　snow　on　the　ground　and　　he　rode　past　me　and　kept　on　goin。　never　said　nothin。　he　just　rode　on　past　and　he　had　　this　blanket　wrapped　around　him　and　he　had　his　head　down　and　when　he　rode　past　i　　seen　he　was　carryin　fire　in　a　horn　the　way　people　used　to　do　and　i　could　see　the　horn　　from　the　light　inside　of　it。　about　the　color　of　the　moon。　and　in　the　dream　i　knew　that　he　　was　goin　on　ahead　and　that　he　was　fixin　to　make　afire　somewhere　out　there　in　all　that　　dark　and　all　that　cold　and　i　knew　that　whenever　i　got　there　he　would　be　there。　and　then　　i　woke　up。

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ALSO　BY　CORMAC　McCARTHY

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cities　of　the　plain　　

the　crossing　　

all　the　pretty　horses　　

the　stonemason　（a　play）　

the　gardeners　son　（a　screenplay）　

blood　meridian　　

suttree　

child　of　god　　

outer　dark　　

the　orchard　keeper

set　in　our　own　time　along　the　bloody　frontier　between　texas　and　mexico；　this　is　　cormac　mccarthys　first　novel　since　cities　of　the　plain　pleted　his　acclaimed；　best…　selling　border　trilogy。

llewelyn　moss；　hunting　antelope　near　the　rio　grande；　instead　finds　men　shot　dead；　a　　load　of　heroin；　and　more　than　2　million　in　cash。　packing　the　money　out；　he　knows；　will　　change　everything。　but　only　after　two　more　men　are　murdered　does　a　victims　burning　　car　lead　sheriff　bell　to　the　carnage　out　in　the　desert；　and　he　soon　realizes　how　　desperately　moss　and　his　young　wife　need　protection。　one　party　in　the　failed　　transaction　hires　an　ex…special　forces　officer　to　defend　his　interests　against　a　　mesmerizing　freelancer；　while　on　either　side　are　men　accustomed　to　spectacular　　violence　and　mayhem。　the　pursuit　stretches　up　and　down　and　across　the　border；　each　　participant　seemingly　determined　to　answer　what　one　asks　another：　how　does　a　man　　decide　in　what　order　to　abandon　his　life？

a　harrowing　story　of　a　war　that　society　is　waging　on　itself；　and　an　enduring　meditation　　on　the　ties　of　love　and　blood　and　duty　that　inform　lives　and　shape　destinies；　no　country　　for　old　men　is　a　novel　of　extraordinary　resonance　and　power。

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