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Show Flying - 45 thinking of home down in Pecos and the girl he wanted to bring back. Sweet Suzie. ••Hey John." "Yeah." "Ever been to Texas before?" "No," says John Henry, leaving with regret his garden of earthly delights. "Finest place on God's green earth," says Tex. "God's country for sure. Lots of room for a man to move around in, lots of country to grow with. Man'd be a damn fool to leave it." "How about California?" says John Henry. Tex's indignation is delayed until he can get the drawstring of the tobacco pouch from between his front teeth. "California! Shit, California ain't nothin' compared to Texas. All they do's grow them little bitty oranges and they have all them queers and movie directors and all, but there ain't hardly nothin' t£ it-ain't hardly big enough to do nothin' with> He rolls over on his side to pull out his wallet and hands John Henry a photograph of an old frame house in the middle of a field, with a windbreak of cottonwood trees on one side, and hills faint in the background. "This here is the house where I was born," he says, "and my ma and pa still live there. Just outside of Pecos." |
