If Raylan wanted to say anything to Boyd and Liz he’d have to wait for them to quit talking. He watched Jackie at the poker table looking up at Dude Moody, listening and close to smiling at him. He’d turn his head and say something to Harry and her expression would lose interest.
Boyd was telling Liz about Ms. Conlan’s end, Liz saying “Really
…?” following every word. Raylan thought Carol dying of gunshot was excessive. Ten years would’ve been more like it. Boyd, he’d have to forget about Boyd’s part in it, even if Boyd had given shotgun shells to the old lady. Raylan would be kicking a dead horse.
Now he felt involved, or wouldn’t mind lit, with Jackie Nevada, sitting there, her head bent back, looking up at the Dude. Now he was kissing her on the top of the head, the Dude bending over her, Jackie looking like she was hunching her shoulders. Now Harry was busy talking to the Dude and Jackie got up from the table and came straight over to Raylan.
He said, “I hear you beat the pro.”
“All three. You know how much I won?”
Raylan shook his head.
“A million bucks,” Jackie said.
“Come on-”
“Two-twenty from the Saudis and the rest from Dude. A million fucking dollars.”
“Took you only one game?”
“Dude was tired, thank God, or we might’ve played some more. He told me nice going, I did all right for a girl and kissed me on the head.”
“I saw that part.”
“Harry’ll put their checks in my account.”
“Were you nervous?”
“A little. But I knew I’d win.”
“How’d you know?”
“I told myself I’d hit on the river and I did.”
He’d ask about “the river” another time.
Raylan said, “So you won’t need a bodyguard. I was lookin forward to it.”
“I thought you’d want to guard me,” Jackie said, “so I won’t run off again.”
Raylan said, “I could handcuff us together.”
She was looking right at him. “And throw away the key?”
“We’re gonna have to be separated once in a while,” Raylan said, “to go to the bathroom. But being cuffed together’s a good test of compatability.”
She said, “We need to test how we get along?”
“You’re right,” Raylan said. “Tell me what you’d like to do.”
She kept staring at him.
“Go someplace and have fun.”
Raylan took a moment to see them in the Two Keys Tavern, going up to his monk’s room on the second floor. He said, “You know what tonight is where I’m stayin? Crazy Night.” He said, “You like to act crazy?”
Jackie said, “I love to act crazy.”
D elroy said to his phone, “Kennet, nobody seen him at that bar. He’s livin there, ain’t they gonna see him?”
“You think your guys are alert?” Kenneth said.
“I get ’em what they need, stand around there all night. They like to feel relaxed.”
“While they’re in a nod, the Lone Ranger comes in and goes to his room. Delroy, you continue to be your own problem. Forget the guy. God, he arrested you, that was seven or eight years ago.”
“I made up my mind,” Delroy said. “I got me a cowboy hat I stuck in a bucket of water, get it to bend and shaped the motherfucker how I like it to look. I’m on face Raylan Givens in a shoot-out at the Two Keys saloon.”
Kenneth said, “Get someone to count to three and you go for your guns? Delroy, you’re wasting your life doing street drama.”
“My hat’s black. I pull it down on my eyes… See, I don’t want him to know it’s me right away.”
“Del, you’re quite tall.”
“But I want him to know it’s me that second he recognizes my stature and I shoot him in the head. Last thing he’s thinkin about. Kennet, what’s the last thing goes through a bug’s head he hits the windshield? The bug’s ass. I’m goin down to South America or someplace after. Once I stick up a bank for travel money. Or get some chicks to do it. You know why it worked with chicks? Nobody ever seen it before.”
“Delroy, listen to me. It didn’t work. You’re wanted on sight for murder. You’ll be caught and go to prison. Your next jolt will be life, at best, without parole. You know what Raylan Givens is famous for?”
“Drinkin shine?”
“Shooting people.”
“Sneaks up on ’em, like he done me, and gets the drop. See, this time I’m puttin on the show. I know my moves leading to shootin the motherfucker in the head. I tip my hat to the crowd and walk out the saloon.”
“And then you go to South America or someplace.”
“I been thinkin of Haiwaiya.”
“Delroy, Crazy Night at the Two Keys, some of the students go a little nuts and wear nutty outfits. Or sorority girls come as hula dancers. One time I heard, Playboy bunnies.”
“I’m gonna wear my hat.”
“Throw the fucking hat away. You have to wear something so he won’t know you.”
“You see me dressin like a bunny?”
“That’s not bad,” Kenneth said, a fingertip touching his lips. “Not a bunny, but some kind of… awfully tall broad in a dazzling frock. Or… I don’t know, something else.”
“Man, tall chicks rub up to me all the time. Know I’m lookin for one don’t get lost in my embrace.”
“I see you as statuesque, a fucking knockout from La Cage aux Folles, a tall, bawdy bimbo.”
“You see me wearin a dress?”
“A frock of some kind.”
“What do I do for tits?”
“Come on over while I’m thinking about it.”
He realized he may have to shave Delroy’s entire body, but decided not to mention it.
“I’m trying to think of what we have here at the Cooz besides G-strings. I’ll look around. Delroy? I’ll get Bobby over to do the makeup. All the black drag queens love him. Bobby’ll give you smoky eyes with long lashes you can flutter at Raylan.”
“What do I do for tits?”
“If Bobby want you to show cleavage you’ll have it.”
“I was thinkin,” Delroy said, “I could be a Arab. Cover myself with a sheet.”
“No, you want the exotic RuPaul look.”
Delroy said, “Kennet, where do I keep my piece?”
It was always something with the big boy.
“That’s right,” Kenneth said, “you’ll need your gun, won’t you?”
T wo and a half hours later, from the time Bobby arrived with his suitcase of makeup and armloads of dresses he’d borrowed from friends-“Costumes, really, from two of the most popular drag queens in town,” Bobby said-to Delroy looking at himself in the full-length mirror in Kenneth’s bedroom, both Bobby and Kenneth waiting for Delroy’s reaction.
“He’s still awfully tall for a girl,” Kenneth said, “but he looks delicious. I love the rich pouty lips with the lighter skin tone, the eyelashes… Delroy, bat your eyes for us. Give us a flutter.”
Bobby said in a murmur, “He doesn’t know what you mean.”
Delroy was staring at his long, slim figure in the mirror, turning his head from side to side appraising himself.
Bobby, his hand over his mouth this time, said to Kenneth, “He hasn’t said a word. You know he does have quite a sexy figure. I was afraid he might be all angles.”
“I’m wondering,” Kenneth said, “if a simpler dress without the distracting sequins might work better. It’s awfully busy. But, I have to say, I love it. Delroy in the sky with diamonds.”
“It’s short,” Bobby said, “but his knees aren’t bad, are they? You like the earrings? I love the way they swing when he turns his head. The pumps, I’m sorry to say, are the largest size of sling-backs I could find.”
“His feet do look like they might burst out,” Kenneth said, “but I don’t know what else we can do. He can’t wear his own shoes, and his sandals are much too gauche with the frock. But who’s looking at his feet? Delroy, what do you think?”
“I look like a homasexual.”
“You’re a cross-dresser,” Kenneth said. “You don’t have to be gay to like wearing women’s clothes. It shows a certain flair. You don’t march with the common man.”
“You think I look all right, huh? Not too way-out?”
“You’re dazzling.”
“But where do I put my piece?”
A t half past nine they were in the Chevy on their way to Two Keys on South Limestone and talking about Delroy Lewis, Raylan thinking he shouldn’t of brought him up. Now Jackie was into it, asking about him, now as far along as:
“You think he’ll pick a spot and be lying in wait?”
“He could walk up behind me in a street fulla people, press his gun in my back. Or he finds out I live upstairs over a saloon.”
“How would he?”
“I’m big as life at the Two Keys, administering the law for my board. A snitch can live off stuff he finds out about and sells it.”
“I think you’d like what’s his name, Delroy, to find you.”
“It might be the only way to have it done. Tryin to look at all the faces in a crowd wears you out.”
“We don’t have to go to the Two Keys,” Jackie said. “Harry got me a suite at the Hilton I still haven’t used. We could stay there for a while, order room service on Harry, a bottle of champagne to celebrate.”
“Champagne,” Raylan said, “can give you a headache.”
“You don’t have to drink the whole bottle.”
“You don’t?”
“Everything in moderation.”
“And you won’t ever get in trouble?”
“I think if I were a guy,” Jackie said, “I’d be a lot like you.”
“I bet you’re like Reno.”
“Cause I gamble? I’m only somewhat like Reno. I’m smarter than he is, but he knows more about people. You know who I try to be like? Me, on a good day. I’m nice because I’m winning pots.”
“One with a million in it. You should be the happiest girl in town.”
“I don’t stop to think, Am I happy? I am most of the time, I guess. But it comes and goes.”
“But you like being up. I can tell you how tell youto maintain that high.”
“Yeah…?”
“Become a U.S. marshal.”
“You’re serious?”
“I don’t know, I may be.”
“To me,” Jackie said, “to win a mil tells me I can do it. I knew I could beat what’s his name, Moody, almost right away.”
Raylan said, “I noticed you had your checkbook out. What if you had to write one to stay in? You didn’t, cause the Dude, with five maybe six Maker’s Marks in him, tells himself you’re a girl…”
“ Only a girl. But a nice one.”
“You didn’t have to write a check for seventy grand.”
“I would’ve if he made me. I knew I had him beat from the moment I saw my ace in the hole.”
“You had good cards.”
“I had great cards. When do three aces lose?”
Raylan said, “But not till an ace came bobbin up in the river.” Both smiling because they felt like it with each other.
Jackie said, “I might as well tell you now, because I know I will later. I’ve got a serious crush on you. I’m excited by how cool you are. You carry a gun and’ve used it.”
“Yes, I have.”
“But you don’t jog every morning or do anything you don’t like, and you’re not married.”
He said, “What if I was?”
“I don’t know. I’d still want to go to bed with you.”
“So when we start thrashin around under the covers, I’m not makin you do it.”
“Well, you are,” Jackie said. “We could even take a shower together, first.”
Raylan said, “Before my heart starts racing and we bang into somebody’s rear end-”
She said, “You want, “You to stop at the Two Keys.”
“For a minute. Stick my head in.”
“You think he’s there.”
“I’m right half the time when I get the feeling. Wait in the car, all right? I don’t want to take a chance losin you before we get to the hotel.”
Was she laughing or what saying, “Tell me you can’t wait either.”
“I’ll swear to it,” Raylan said, pulling up in front of the Two Keys. He’d already thought of kissing her here in the car, but it might be something he’d think about later as a bad sign, so he didn’t kiss Jackie. He left the motor running, said, “I won’t be five minutes” as he got out.
Jackie watched him duck under the rail, go up on the porch and through the door. She took the keys from the ignition and got out to follow her new boyfriend.
D elroy sat at a table, his back to a wall, his two dopehead homeboys watching the place for him while he sat there drinking soda, raising the glass left-handed, his right one on the shoulder bag with the Smith. 357 in it.
He’d told them already, “All you two mopes have to do is get his attention when I touch my platinum head. You boys like it? I’m growin to. I get him he don’t know where to look as I take the stage. What time is it? Kennet squeeze my titties so tight I said no, I be flat-chested. I’m still like nothin nobody ever seen.” His homeboys, mopes on weed, were the same age as most of the people in here, but street in their ways, what they were wearing, easy to pick out of the crowd.
Delroy walked in, people took one look at him and began to cheer-man, look at this dude? A with-it crowd of his people. They made Delroy feel fine, like he belonged.
He watched them shooting goldfish with their water pistols. He read the signs on the walls, how much it would cost ’em to get drunk. He might be early, but would sit here an hour before giving it up.
The mope sittin with him slid out and was gone through tables toward the bar. He couldn’t see the mope now, he was too short. What he saw was the hat, over there in a crowd, the cowboy kind of hat he was waiting for.
Now the mope was on his way back, eyes open for a change, wide open. Stood long enough at the table to nod his head, face telling nothin. Now was moving toward the other mope, out of the way.
There was Raylan among the tables looking around. Delroy watched the man’s gaze move over the room, coming around to right here, Delroy wearing his platinum wig, drag queen makeup shining on h shiningim, and stopped.
C oming in, Raylan went up to the bar for a shot of bourbon, since he was here. He saw the homeboy, out of place, staring at him. The homeboy turned, moving through the tables, and Raylan followed him up the aisle now till he saw the drag queen sitting at a table against the wall. Raylan kept walking toward the queen, the homeboy moving off to one side now but still in Raylan’s vision.
He said, “Excuse me, but if you’re not Delroy Lewis you gotta be his ugly twin sister.”
Delroy, surprised, started to scowl at Raylan.
“How you know it was me?”
“You’re waitin for me, aren’t you?” Raylan said. “I saw your movie, I know what your intentions are. I could pull right now and shoot you. Before you get your purse open.”
He watched Delroy touch his wig.
And the homeboys started yelling at each other.
Raylan held his gaze on Delroy. He said, “Even if I looked to see what they’re doing, you wouldn’t get your purse open in time.” Raylan said, “You want to do it right here, all these people watchin?”
“They don’t bother me none,” Delroy said.
“They bother me,” Raylan said, pulled his Glock pointing it straight up and fired a round into the ceiling.
There was no sound in the bar. Now that’s all there was: people screaming, chairs scraping, glass breaking as the crowd in the Two Keys dropped to the floor, some of them running out the entrance.
Raylan held his Glock at his leg.
“Same as last time,” Delroy said, his fingers inside the shoulder bag on the table now in front of him.
“You’re dressed different,” Raylan said.
“You held your piece at your side like that,” Delroy said.
“The same one,” Raylan said.
“I had a shotgun,” Delroy said, “thinking could I raise it before you got one off.”
“I run into this kind of situation on the job,” Raylan said. “You made up your made up mind to give up and you’re still alive. But for how long?”
He saw Delroy raise the purse in his left hand, aiming it at Raylan, and Raylan shot from the hip and saw Delroy sag back in his chair still aiming the purse and Raylan shot him again.
Raylan took time to approach the table, Delroy facedown on the surface, still holding the purse out in front of him. Raylan looked at the two homeboys staring at him and told them to go on out of here before police arrived, and they ran. Now he was aware of a hum of voices in the bar, Raylan touching Delroy’s throat for a pulse but didn’t feel one. He turned now, pressing the marshals number on his cell and saw Jackie Nevada standing there watching him. She appeared different now, looking right at him without knowing who he was. He walked over to her to stand close, saying, “Remember me?” Her eyes raised and she was smiling, trying to, but she did wrap her arms around him, holding on tight, and everything seemed okay.
R aylan told Jackie, “You know when I fired the shot at the ceiling? I mighta hit my room upstairs. It wouldn’t of hurt it any, unless it put a hole in my extra pants hangin from a pipe.”
They were in the Hilton suite now that Harry had got for Jackie. Perfect. Nobody knew they were here.
The phone rang.
Art Mullen said, “Were you gonna tell me what happened or keep it to yourself?”
Raylan heard the shower turn on.
“I didn’t want to wake you up.” Raylan had his shoes off and his pants. “How’d you find me?”
“Bill Nichols. He told me you shot Delroy and are now staying at the Hilton with the girl you went after. Is that correct?”
“I’m keeping an eye on her till I get her back to Indy.”
“She sittin there with you?”
“Wait,” Raylan said. “No, I hear the shower runnin. Art, I’m not payin for the room. Mr. Burgoyne got it for Jackie. I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”
“Be the first time in your life, won’t it?”
“Art, I’m not gonna take her to that room I was using. This girl just won a million dollars. I’m not gonna sit in a chair out in the hall.”
“You saw her win a million bucks?” gn="just“ One hand of hold ’em. She’s twenty-three, about to graduate and poker is her life. She isn’t the least interested in an old fart like me.”
“ ‘He said humbly,’ ” Art said. “I’m not telling you how to bring her back. Long as you don’t run off to some island. She in love with you yet?”
He could hear the shower, the bathroom door left open.
He said, “Ms. Nevada is all the way into poker. She has the… stuff to make it work.”
“You were gonna say ‘balls,’ weren’t you.”
“Art, I’m gonna take a week off after I get her back to school. She carries a three seven five and she’s a nice girl. Art, tell me you’re done.”
H e put down the phone, tore the rest of his clothes off and ran to the bathroom and paused, got ready. He opened the shower door saying, “Hi, are you decent?” Saying, “You’re way more than decent.”
She said, holding up her hands, “I’ve been in here so long I’m starting to shrivel.”
“I’m sure not,” Raylan said, giving her a poke.
“Talking to your boss turned you on?”
“Something around here does. I wonder if it’s this bare-naked girl in here with me?”
“Watching me so I won’t run away. You do backs?”
“Fronts and sides… Let me lather you up.”
She said, “No, let me work on you.”
He was at the place where he was thinking of ways to keep this going while Jackie was soaping every part of him.
Run out and bring in some champagne.
Say, That’s my cell, and run out.
Take a couple of deep breaths and think of cleaning your weapon. Your gun. Then step back in. This was for fun.
She said, “If I joined the marshals, could I be your partner?”
“I’d make it happen,” Raylan said, givlan saiding his new partner another poke.
S he said, “Remember Young Frankenstein? The monster gets it on with what’s her name and she starts singing about finding the sweet mystery of life?”
“What made you think of that?”
“I don’t know,” Jackie said.