“Yes sir. I do.”
“It ain’t something I can help. Listen here. I’ll let her go, and we’ll just forget about this business. Time you get home, I’ll be out of here. I got a little boat hid out, and I can take it downriver to where I can catch a train. I’m good at that. I can be gone before you know it. I come out here in a truck with my boat, but I’ll leave the truck for you. You’re gettin’ old enough for a truck. You should have a truck. I’ll leave it for you. It’s up above Mose’s shack.”
“You’re wiltin’,” I said.
His pee-dink had gone limp.
Cecil looked down. “So I am.”
He pushed himself inside his pants and buttoned up as he talked. “Look here. I wasn’t gonna hurt her. Just feel her some. I was just gonna get my finger wet. A little smell. I’ll go on, and everything will be all right.”
“You’ll just go down the river and do it again,” I said. “Way you come down the river to us and did it here. You ain’t gonna stop, are you?”
“There’s nothing to say about it, Harry. It gets out of hand sometime.”
“You killed those people, Cecil. I trusted you. My Daddy trusted you. We all trusted you.”
“Nothing I can say, Harry.”
“Mrs. Canerton. I thought you liked her.”
“I do. I did. I like Tom. I like them, and I try to leave them alone. The ones that matter. I went for the prostitutes. Thought that would hold me. But I didn’t want them. I wanted something… fresher. Louise, she was so nice.
“I didn’t mean to kill Louise. I wanted her, and she didn’t want me. She didn’t want to be tied. I swear, I wasn’t gonna hurt her. But she didn’t want me. We got to arguing, then I saw that chain and coin around her neck, and I thought of that silly little doctor having some of that, and she was mine, and I grabbed at her throat, at his damn coin, and her hand came up, got tangled in the chain, and I had the cane knife.”
He pointed at it where it stuck up in the ground next to Tom. It was a wicked-looking thing, and the firelight brightened its edge and made it appear to be coated in blood.
“I had it,” he said, “and I swung it. Cut off her hand. Damnedest thing. We was on the edge of the river. I told her I wanted to show her somethin’, see. That got her down here. And so we were on the edge, and” – he laughed slightly – “the damn hand, it popped right off and into the river. Can you imagine that…”
“I know the Goat Man found it.”
“Goat Man?”
“You’re the real Goat Man. You’re Miss Maggie’s Travelin’ Man.”
“You’re not making any sense, boy.”
I wanted him away from the cane knife. “Move on around to the side there,” I said.
Cecil slipped to my left, and I went to the right. We were kind of circling each other. I got over close to Tom and I squatted down by her, still pointing the shotgun at Cecil.
“I could be gone for good,” Cecil said. “All you got to do is let me go.”
I reached out with one hand, got hold of the knot on the bandanna and pulled it loose. Tom said, “Shoot him! Shoot him! He stuck his fingers in me. Shoot him! He took me out of the window and stuck his fingers in me.”
“Hush, Tom,” I said. “Take it easy.”
“This hurts. Cut me loose… Give me the gun and I’ll shoot him.”
“All the time you were bringin’ those women here to kill, weren’t you?” I said.
“It’s a perfect place. Already made by hoboes. Once I decide on a woman, well, I can easily handle a woman. I always had my boat ready, and you can get almost anywhere you need to go by river. The tracks aren’t far from here. Plenty of trains run. It’s easy to get around. I used my truck to bring the boat down.”
“You told where Mose was? You told Mr. Nation.”
“Your Daddy gave me a lead. And Smoote, that idiot, who do you think cuts his hair? He was all worked up about that colored man in his barn, and he got to talkin’, and I didn’t mean to do anything with it, but hell, lots of people knew about it ’cause of his big mouth, and it was just a matter of time. All I had to do was let it slip to couple folks I figured wore the hoods.”
“But why?”
“He took the blame, and I’d quit. I really wanted to, you know. I wanted to marry Louise, settle down, cut hair, live like your Daddy. Maybe even have some kids. But I can’t do it, Harry. I tried, but I couldn’t do it. I thought I had it beat, then Louise took a shine to that boy doctor. It all snapped.”
“Just go on and shoot him,” Tom said.
I squatted, got hold of the cane knife, ran it against the ropes that held Tom with my left hand and kept the shotgun tucked to me with the right hand.
“Sometimes friends make you mad, don’t they? They do wrong things. But they don’t mean to. I didn’t mean to. I couldn’t help myself.”
“We ain’t talkin’ about stealin’ a piece of peppermint here. You’re worse than the critters out there with the hydrophobia, ’cause you ain’t as good as them. They can’t help themselves.”
“I tell you, neither can I. You don’t know what I saw in the war. It was horrible.”
“You was the one killin’ them Germans way you told Daddy about, wasn’t you?”
“Your Daddy told you about that, huh? Yes. It was me. It was a relief. Pretty soon, I wasn’t scared anymore. When I was home, I was always scared. My Mama, she liked me. She liked me a lot. And she liked to tie me up like her Daddy tied her when he had her. I learned that from her. The tying. But I didn’t like being tied. She did. I liked the tying. We were quite a team till I overdid it. That was in Arkansas. I went away to the war then, and I learned to kill more. To enjoy it. And when I came back… Well, I just naturally found it burned off tension. I’m tellin’ you, Harry. I can’t help it. I tried to keep it to people that didn’t matter.”
“Like anyone matters to you,” I said, sawing without much success at the ropes.
“You’re gonna cut me, Harry,” Tom said.
The fire crackled, bled red colors across Cecil’s face. Some of the rain leaked in through the thick wad of briars and vines and limbs overhead, hit the fire, made it hiss.
Cecil said, “You’re like your Daddy, ain’t you? Self-righteous.”
“Reckon so.”
“My Daddy’ll whip your ass,” Tom said.
The cane knife was sharp, but just too hard to handle, and Tom was starting to cuss and going on about letting her loose and giving her the shotgun. I finally tossed the cane knife down, got my pocketknife out and opened it with my teeth.
Cecil eased toward me.
“Don’t come no closer, Cecil. I’ll shoot your legs out from under you.”
“Shoot his pee-pee off!” Tom yelled.
The pocketknife was easier for me to handle. I finally got the ropes loose and Tom sat up rubbing her wrists.
“It’s all right now, Tom.”
“It will be when we shoot his pee-pee off.”
I stood up, raised the gun, and Cecil flinched. But I couldn’t cut him down. I wasn’t raised to kill a human being. I couldn’t even shoot a squirrel or catch a fish if I thought I wasn’t gonna eat it, and I damn sure wasn’t gonna eat Cecil.
Just wasn’t in me to shoot a fella in cold blood. He needed it, no doubt, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I figured if I blew his knee off to cripple him till I could get Daddy, he’d end up bleeding out slow, and dying anyway. The idea of letting buckshot fly into human flesh overwhelmed me, made me ill, and took my common sense away.
I didn’t know what to do with him. I decided I had no choice but to let him go, tell Daddy, and have him try and hunt him down. If I went to tie him up, I was certain he’d turn the tables, and I was afraid if I tried to take him back at the point of a gun, he’d outdo me somehow.
Tom was pulling on her clothes when I said, “You’ll get yours eventually.”
“Now you’re talkin’, boy.”
“You stay over yonder, we’re goin’ out.”
He held up his hands. “Now you’re using some sense.”
Tom said, “You can’t shoot him, I can.”
“Go on, Tom.”
She didn’t like it, but she turned down the tunnel and headed out. Cecil said, “Remember, boy. We had some good times.”