C4 antho - Chamber Four
C4 antho - Chamber Four C4 antho - Chamber Four
~206~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology pulled a bottle of whiskey from his sleeping bag and offered it to Billy. Billy shook his head “no,” but looking at the people sleeping around him and back at the house to see if lights were on, he eased out of his creaking chair and signaled Miguel to follow him. Billy led Miguel and Miguel’s wide-eyed little brother a half mile to the Versatile at the lower edge of the 320. They crawled under the tractor, built a tiny pit fire, and sat in a circle around it. “How do you shear so fast?” Billy asked. “Faster I shear, faster I finish,” Miguel said passing the whiskey. Miguel’s brother reached for the bottle but was passed over. “No.” “He’s quiet. What’s his name?” Billy asked. “He has no name.” “I got a name. It is Carlos,” the boy said. “It is not Carlos,” Miguel said. “It is Claudio.” “Stop lying. It is not Claudio either.” “It is Pedro.” “Why did you have to ask his name?” “I know my name,” the boy said, getting agitated. “My name is Jesus. It is Justo. It is Ramiro. It is―” “Si. I am sorry. It is Justo,” Miguel said. “Ramiro.” “I know. Ramiro.” “It is Ramiro.” “I heard you,” Miguel said. “It is.” Billy interrupted, “I’m Billy.”
Black Night Ranch ~207~ “Yes!” “Yes, what?” Billy asked. “We both have names.” “Oh.” Billy opened his mouth to ask how old the little boy was, but thought better of it. He guessed him to be about nine or ten. That was close enough. The little boy stretched out on the ground and fell asleep. Miguel slumped against a tire, drunk. Billy drained the bottle, stood up too fast, and banged his head on the tractor. “Fuck!” The little boy stirred but didn’t wake. Miguel looked long at his brother. “The same voices,” he said. “Day and night. Same voices all the time. I am tired listening to sheep. To shears. My hands shake all the time. It is like I am shearing when I am not shearing. I am tired listening to him talking nonsense all the time. It would be worth dying if I never had to hear sheep or shears or him or Mexicans and Americans trying to understand the other.” “Yeah,” Billy said. “You will not be fired, I think,” Miguel said. “Maybe.” “You can learn my language by next year when we come. I did not speak English last year. My brother did not. Tell him that.” “Why would he even need me to speak Spanish if you speak English? He doesn’t need me.” “He will. I will not be back,” Miguel said. “I am hungry.” “I am hungry, too,” Miguel’s brother said, waking to the suggestion. “Too bad one of those stupid sheep hasn’t walked by and dropped dead. I bet I could cook mutton better than James Carl,” Billy said.
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Black Night Ranch ~207~<br />
“Yes!”<br />
“Yes, what?” Billy asked.<br />
“We both have names.”<br />
“Oh.” Billy opened his mouth to ask how old the little<br />
boy was, but thought better of it. He guessed him to be about<br />
nine or ten. That was close enough.<br />
The little boy stretched out on the ground and fell asleep.<br />
Miguel slumped against a tire, drunk. Billy drained the bottle,<br />
stood up too fast, and banged his head on the tractor.<br />
“Fuck!”<br />
The little boy stirred but didn’t wake. Miguel looked long<br />
at his brother. “The same voices,” he said. “Day and night.<br />
Same voices all the time. I am tired listening to sheep. To<br />
shears. My hands shake all the time. It is like I am shearing<br />
when I am not shearing. I am tired listening to him talking<br />
nonsense all the time. It would be worth dying if I never had<br />
to hear sheep or shears or him or Mexicans and Americans<br />
trying to understand the other.”<br />
“Yeah,” Billy said.<br />
“You will not be fired, I think,” Miguel said.<br />
“Maybe.”<br />
“You can learn my language by next year when we come.<br />
I did not speak English last year. My brother did not. Tell<br />
him that.”<br />
“Why would he even need me to speak Spanish if you<br />
speak English? He doesn’t need me.”<br />
“He will. I will not be back,” Miguel said. “I am hungry.”<br />
“I am hungry, too,” Miguel’s brother said, waking to the<br />
suggestion.<br />
“Too bad one of those stupid sheep hasn’t walked by and<br />
dropped dead. I bet I could cook mutton better than James<br />
Carl,” Billy said.