“Don't go makin' mistakes, will you? We got your ma an' pa up here, Joe.”
Joe's eyes opened. “You ain't got nothin' to worry about,” he said quickly. “You've fixed me up fine.... The Feds won't bother you if I can help it.”
“You'd better see to that,” Dillon said viciously.
“Sure, sure,” Joe said hastily, “I'll see to that okay.” He seemed in a sudden hurry to leave. He ran towards his car and drove off rapidly down the dirt road.
Ma Chester came out and stood on the stoop. Her face had a sly expression as she watched Joe drive away. Chrissie came round the side of the house, calling to Joe loudly. Joe didn't look back.
Chrissie said, “Why's he gone like that? Ain't he comin' back?”
Ma Chester stepped down and went over to her. Roxy heard her say, “Joe's got business on... he'll be along in a little while. You oughtta be mighty proud of your Joe, he's a smart guy.”
Her little pebbly eyes mocked the two as they stood watching her uneasily.
* * * * *
Dusk was falling. Dillon sat on the stoop. His eyes were watching the sun sinking behind the trees. He was seriously worried. One hundred bucks was all he had left. One hundred bucks was as useful as a horse's tail.
He got to his feet restlessly. This dump was driving him crazy. He looked around for Roxy, but could see no sign of him in the thickening dusk. It was still very close, and a faint hot breeze fanned his face.
He wandered round the shack, glancing in the windows. He saw Ma Chester busy with a flat-iron. For a moment he stood looking at her, then his eyes shifted to old man Chester hunched up over the stove. Shrugging, he wandered on. The next window was a little higher, and he had to stretch to see in. One look made him stiffen to attention.
Chrissie was moving about in the dim light of a flickering candle, undressing. She pulled her clothes off with difficulty, her fingers fumbling awkwardly with the buttons.
Dillon remained there watching, until she blew the light out. A primitive animal feeling for her gripped him, so that he could only stay there staring into the blackness of the room. The sudden realization that he had been cooped up in this shack for so many days without a woman came upon him with paralysing violence.
He was still standing there peering into the darkness when Roxy found him. Roxy said quietly, “What the hell you doin' here?”
Dillon started round. He looked at Roxy uneasily.
“I've been lookin' for you,” he said, his mind still far away with his thoughts.
Roxy looked up at Chrissie's window. His face hardened.
“You didn't think I was in with the kid?” he said softly.
“Kid?” Dillon sneered. “She ain't no kid... she's a woman.”
Roxy stretched out a hand and took Dillon's coat front. “Lay off that, Dillon,” he said. “By God! Don't you start anythin' with that girl. She's good an' she's simple.... I won't stand for it.”
An overwhelming rage mounted inside Dillon. He flung Roxy's hand away. “Listen, you louse,” he said. “You do as I tell you.... If I want that broad, I'm havin' her—get it? You ain't stoppin' me, or any goddam heel like you.”
Roxy stood very still. “If that's the way you feel...” he said.
Dillon couldn't quite see his face in the light, but he didn't like the threat in Roxy's voice.
He suddenly saw the danger of making an enemy of Roxy and he retreated hastily. “Forget it, will you?” he said surlily. “I guess the heat's worryin' me. I guess I was crazy.”
“Sure.” Roxy's voice was relieved. “I know how it is. This place gives me the jitters. Suppose we take the heap and get into town?”
Dillon nodded. “We'll take the Thompson. I guess they won't be lookin' for us to drive in.” He was eager to get away. “An' say, I guess we can check up on that punk Joe. Maybe we'll hear somethin'.”
Roxy said, “Let's go.... We won't tell the old woman.”
They walked quickly over to the shed where the car was hidden and quietly pushed her out. Dillon went back to the shack, passed through the room where Ma Chester was working, nodded to her briefly and went into his own room. He picked up the Thompson, then, gently pushing the window up, he climbed out, dropping to the ground. He ran round quickly to where Roxy was waiting with the car.
“I guess we're nuts not to have done this before,” Dillon said, sitting beside Roxy. “Suppose we stick up a service station? We want some dough badly enough.”
Roxy said, “Sure. Why not?”
They drove on into the night. Dillon sat with the Thompson on his knees, his eyes searching the dark road ahead for the sign of a light. He was nervous, but it felt good to get away from that shack.
After some time Roxy said, “Round the bend is one of those Conoco stations. We'll drive up an' get a tank full.... If there ain't any excitement, we might surprise 'em.”
Dillon nodded. “Yeah,” he said. “You do that.”
Roxy slowed down, and they ran round the bend. The station was about a couple of hundred yards down the road. A big car was just pulling away, heading towards them. Dillon's fingers tightened on the gun, but the car swept past.
An attendant was going back into the office when he spotted their lights. He stopped and stood waiting at the petrol pump.
Roxy drew up beside him. The attendant was a fair-haired youngster, his eyes heavy for want of sleep.
“Give her ten,” Roxy said.
Dillon pushed open the door and stepped into the road. The darkness and the shadow of the car hid him. He saw the office was empty.
Roxy said, “Get a move on.... We ain't got all night.”
The attendant called, “It's in, Mister.” He screwed the cap home and came round to Roxy.
Roxy said, “Gotta paper I can look at?” He gave the boy a bill.
“Sure. It's in the office. I'll get it for you.”
Roxy opened the door of the car and got out. “I'll come in with you,” he said. “I guess I could stretch my legs.”
He followed the attendant into the office. Dillon walked quietly behind them and waited just outside the door.
The attendant went to the till and rang the drawer open. Dillon walked in and rammed the Thompson into his back. “Take it easy,” he said.
The attend ant looked over his shoulder and gasped. He tossed his arms above his head. Roxy stepped past him and emptied the till. There wasn't much there.
“This all there is?” Roxy demanded.
The attendant was utterly terrified. He nodded his head. “Sure... That's all... Mister... honest, it is.”
Roxy grunted. “Like bashin' a kid's money-box,” he said.
Dillon took the attendant by the arm and spun him round. He shoved him into a chair. “Know who I am?” he demanded. “I'm Dillon... the guy the cops are after.”
The boy's face was blank. “I don't know you, boss,” he said with a gulp.
“Didn't you know there's a big reward out for me?”
The boy shook his head.
“Where's that paper?” Dillon snarled.
Roxy had already found it and was looking through it. Finally he tossed it down. “Not a word,” he said.
“Didn't I tell you?” Dillon raved. “It was a frame to skin me.” He pointed furiously to the door. “Get out!” he shouted at Roxy. “Get in the car an' wait.”
