'Palm trees and traffic, if you're going anywhere.'
Ava drew on her cigarette and started to grin. She turned it off exhaling the smoke and said, 'I think Bowman's problem, besides being stupid, he wasn't raised properly. He had the worst table manners. Like he'd be sitting here, he'd lean over to one side and get a look like he was concentrating on some deep thought? Furrow his brow and let a fart. It didn't matter he was having his supper. But the worst, oh my Lord, were the beer farts, the next morning when he was hungover? I'd have to leave the house.'
Raylan managed to smile, nodding his head.
'That's the way he always was, either drunk or hungover, or gone. Off playing soldier with his brother.'
'You have any idea where he is?'
Ava looked at him funny. 'I imagine he's in Hell. Where else would he be?'
'I mean Boyd.'
'Boyd's on his way there. You gonna arrest him?'
'We have to catch him in the act first. Robbing a bank, blowing up a church . . . making an attempt on your life . . .'
'Mine?'
'You said yourself he'll be coming after you.'
' 'Cause he likes me. Boyd don't want to shoot me, Raylan, he wants to' - she shrugged in a cute way - 'go to bed with me.' Ava stubbed out her cigarette, her eyes warm as she looked at him and put her hand on his. 'You want me to help you catch him?'
Raylan sipped his drink. 'How about if you get him to talk to me?'
'I could do that.'
Ava got up and Raylan's gaze followed her into the kitchen. He said, 'I hear he has a place up by Sukey Ridge.' Then had to wait for Ava to come back to the table with the Jim Beam and a bowl of ice.
'It's his church,' Ava said, freshening their drinks. 'He's only there when he gets his skinheads together. There's a fun bunch. They sit around drinking beer and listening to black-hater bands, different ones like the Midtown Boot Boys, Dying Breed, all bopping their bald heads. They are so creepy.'
'Boyd doesn't stay there?'
'Bowman said he has places around nobody knows about, not even all the skins.' Ava took a drink and said, ' 'Cept I know of one,' giving Raylan a sly look with those brown eyes he remembered. 'Was Boyd, not Bowman, told me where he stays most of the time.'
Raylan took a drink. 'You want to tell me where it is?'
Ava said, 'What do I get if I do?'
VII.
It was Devil Ellis saw the car headlights out the window, moving up the grade, and told Boyd somebody was coming. Boyd folded the map full of arrows and circles they were looking at and shoved it into the table drawer.
Devil, at the window now, peering out from under his black hat, said, 'Who do you know drives a Town Car?'
Walking to the door Boyd said, 'Why don't we find out,' each being cool in front of the other.
Devil said, 'Ain't anyone I've seen before.'
Boyd opened the door and watched the man in the cocked Stetson approach out of the dark. Boyd, grinning now because he was glad to see him, said, 'It's my old buddy, Raylan Givens.'
Raylan had to smile seeing the way Boyd was waiting for him, holding out his arms now, Boyd saying, 'God damn, look at you, a suit and necktie, all dressed up to look like a lawman.' He gave Raylan a hug, patting his back, Raylan letting him for old times' sake. As they stepped apart Boyd looked over at Devil. 'Here's how you wear a hat, casual, not down on your goddamn ears.'
Raylan looked him over, recalling a Devil Ellis on Art Mullen's skinhead list. This one was giving Raylan a deadeyed look, showing he wasn't impressed, as Boyd was saying, 'I hear you called on Ava. Boy name Dewey Crowe said he ran you off.'
'You believe that?'
'Not if you say it ain't so. Ava's the one told you I was here?'
'I talked her into it. Told her I wouldn't tell anybody.'
'How do you know she didn't send you to me?' Boyd winked. 'So I could decide what to do with you.'
'I'll take care of him,' Devil said, wanting in on what was going on.
Raylan didn't bother with him. He said to Boyd, 'I doubt she even knows this is the house was foreclosed on. Pretty slick, move back in figuring nobody would look for you here.' Raylan saying it as he began to look around at the front room of this farmhouse that was spare of furnishing - a table and a few straight chairs on the linoleum floor - but looked like a gallery with all the white supremacy symbols framed on the wall. There were emblems representing the KKK, Aryan Nations, the Hammerskins, SS thunderbolts, RAHOWA with a death's head that stood for Racial Holy War, swastikas on an Iron Cross, over an eagle, Nazi Party flag with swastika . . . Raylan said, 'You all sure like swastikas,' and looked over at Boyd. 'What's the spiderweb?'
'You get it tattooed on your elbow if you done time or killed some minority, Jew or a jigaboo.'
'Boyd, you know any Jews?'
'A few. I also know they run the economy, control the Federal Reserve and the IRS. I recruit skins don't know any more'n you, have to show 'em why we have a moral obligation to get rid of minorities. Read your Bible.'
'It's in there?'
'Part of Creation. Back at the beginning of time you got your mud people, referred to as beasts 'cause they don't have souls. Okay, Adam jumped Eve and she begat Abel, the beginning of the white race as God intended. But then Satan in the form of a snake jumped Eve. She begat Cain and things got out of hand. Cain began fucking mud people, the women, and out of these fornications came the Edomites. And you know who the Edomites are?'
'Tell me.'
'The Jews.'
'You're serious.'
'Read your Bible as interpreted by experts.'
'Are you born again?'
'Again and again.'
'I think you're putting me on,' Raylan said, noticing silver chains now hanging from deer antlers, on the wall with photos taken of Boyd in Vietnam. Raylan walked over and Boyd followed him.
'They look like dog turds now, but they's ears I took offa dead gooks I killed. After I got back I use to offer a pair to different women I was seeing.'
'No takers, huh?'
'It was like a test. A woman that won't accept a pair and wear 'em proudly ain't the one I'm looking for. We invite these little Nazigirls up to the church? Chelsea girls they're called - shitkickers, hair under their armpits - any one of 'em would wear a pair of the ears, fight over 'em, but they're not my type. I like a woman ain't afraid of nothing but more feminine in her ways, more womanly.'
'Like Ava,' Raylan said.
'Listen, I called her up - ' Boyd stopped and looked over at Devil. 'Go on get us a jar and a couple glasses.' He raised his voice, 'Clean ones,' as Devil went out to the kitchen. Boyd turned to Raylan. 'He just got his release, so he's looking for action.'
'I can tell,' Raylan said.
'Was down three years on a marijuana conviction - you know it's grown all around here. Devil couldn't convince the court what he had was for personal use. Four hundred pounds in two refrigerators.'
Raylan sensed a connection between Devil and the marijuana church in Cincinnati and said, 'We were
