She peered at the hole with no little interest. It certainly was a permanent mark; about the only one she’d ever made on the man, she suspected.
“You cheated from the beginning, didn’t you?” she said.
“We’re not talking about cheating, we’re talking about shooting,” Buck returned.
“Seems to me one subject leads to the other,” Sadie replied. “And back again.”
Buck narrowed his already narrow eyes at her. Dozens of women had found that look irresistible, to judge by the numbers of anonymous mourners at his funeral. “All right,” he said, “I had women. So what?”
“So I shot you for it,” Sadie replied flatly. That was about all she had to say on the subject. It had made for a short trial.
“Well at least tell me you’re sorry,” Buck burst out.
Sadie considered the proposition for a few moments and said: “But I’m not!” She realized the response lacked tact, but it was the unavoidable truth. Even as they’d strapped her into the electric chair, with the priest doing his best to console her lawyer, she hadn’t regretted the way things had turned out.
“This whole thing is useless,” Buck said. “We came here to make peace and you can’t even say you’re sorry. You’re a sick woman, you know that? You always were. You pried into my business, you snooped around behind my back-”
“I did not snoop,” Sadie replied firmly “Your dirt came and found me.”
“Dirt?”
“Oh yes, Buck, dirt. It always was with you. Furtive and sweaty.”
He grabbed hold of her. “Take that back!” he demanded.
“You used to frighten me once,” she replied coolly. “But then I bought a gun.”
He thrust her away from him. “All right,” he said, “don’t say I didn’t try. I wanted to see if we could forgive and forget, I really did. But you’re not willing to give an inch, are you?” He fingered his wound as he spoke, his voice softening. “We could have had a good time here tonight, babe,” he murmured. “Just you and me. I could have given you a bit of the old jazz, you know what I mean? Time was, you wouldn’t have said no.
She sighed softly. What he said was true. Time was she would have taken what little he gave her and counted herself a blessed woman. But times had changed.
“Come on, babe. Loosen up,” he said smokily, and began to unbutton his shirt completely, pulling it out of his trousers. His belly was bald as a baby’s. “What say we forget what you said and lie down and talk?”
She was about to reply to his suggestion when the door of Room Seven opened and in came the man with the soulful eyes accompanied by a woman whose face rang a bell in Sadie’s memory.
“Ice water,” Earl said. Sadie watched him move across the room. There’d not been a man as fine as that in Wichita Falls; not that she could remember anyway. He almost made her want to live again.
“Are you going to get undressed?” Buck asked from the room behind her.
“In a minute, Buck. We’ve got all night, for Christ’s sake.”
“I’m Laura May Cade,” the woman with the familiar face said as she set the ice water down on the table.
Of course, thought Sadie, you’re little Laura May. The girl had been five or six when Sadie was last here; an odd, secretive child, full of sly looks. The intervening years had matured her physically, but the strangeness was still in evidence in her slightly off-center features. Sadie turned to Buck, who was sitting on the bed untying his shoes.
“Remember the little girl?” she said. “The one who you gave a quarter to, just to make her go away?”
“What about her?”
“She’s here.”
“That so?” he replied, clearly uninterested.
Laura May had poured the water and was now taking the glass across to Virginia.
“It’s real nice having you folks here,” she said. “We don’t get much happening here. Just the occasional tornado…”
Gyer nodded to Earl, who produced a five-dollar bill and gave it to Laura May. She thanked him, saying it wasn’t necessary, then took the bill. She wasn’t to be bribed into leaving, however.