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POT OF GOLD
Wind driven sand swept over the road. Tumble weeds raced
across the desert to the horizon. Hector Jimenez bent over the
wheel of his old pickup truck, squinting through the dusty cracked
road from the soft sandy shoulder that bordered on either side.
Both windows were open allowing the hot air and sand to swirl in
blanket. Wiping his eyes repeatedly with the back of his hand he
A noise came from the covered cage sitting on the seat beside
him. He reached over and lifted the blanket peering beneath it,
Hector.
"Yes you know what's coming, don't you little hombre. You
vehicle towards its objective. The motor wheezed and coughed like
Hector encouraged with his foot mashed against the floor board as
whipped and whistled about them in the small town. The streets
were deserted when Hectors vehicle made its way into town
tree. He reached through the window and opened the door from the
outside. The door swung open on rusty hinges and closed with a
clang as Hector crossed the street, stomping his boots and shaking
off dust as he went before entering a cafe. The bell on the door
the kitchen.
Hector found his way to the end of the counter and plopped
his cap laying it on the next stool and shook his head combing his
hair with his fingers. The dust caked on his face created a line
where the hat had been. He turned to directly face the fan opening
his shirt to allow the cool air to blow in on his skin. He sat for
a woman entered from the kitchen wiping her hands. She came up
hiding."
here and I haven't seen you for a while. Things are kind of slow
now."
"I know it. I've been busy that's all, but I'm here now to
take care of it. I stopped by to pay my bill and see what you were
Yuma, maybe dinner after, when it cools down." Hector now sat
his concession about paying his tab. Before she could gather her
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wits to respond he continued.
rubber band.
that's all."
something to drink, I drove all the way down from the north shore
He peeled the outer skin off his roll of bills and placed it
pocket.
from the cooler, opened them and sat one in front of Hector and
kept the other for herself. Hector reached for his and held it up
Hector closed his eyes and brought the beer to his lips. He
drew lightly, allowing the icy fluid time to absorb into the
cracked leather that once was his throat. The cold liquid crept
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slowly down his throat like rain water running into a dry lake
and he paused a moment before sighing and setting the bottle down.
He opened his eyes reentering the room from his minds ecstasy.
and tallied his tab. Hector now began to settle in with the fan
blowing and a cold beer in hand, almost forgetting the long drive
and mopped his face giving a little exhausted breath, then had
explanation.
his mouth.
"I don't know. Looks like quite a bit of money you have
all."
"Well for your information there may be a lot more where this
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came from. In fact I'm on my way right now to see about some
more."
Hector returned to his beer and let her stew on that for a
She replaced it with a fresh one and waited for payment still
having already returned the mother onion deep into his pocket,
the counter and removing Hectors hat from the seat there sat next
to him. She propped her elbow up on the bar and crossed her legs
femininely giving him her full attention. The onion bulged beneath
the fabric of his pants in full view now giving her comfort.
"So Hector, tell me then. What kind of business have you been
up to."
Hector remained facing the bar and turned his head only
slightly to respond.
"Well Carmelita it's not the type of thing one can openly
speak about, but tonight maybe we can discuss it on the way over
She played her hand slowly up the neck of the bottle she held
Hector rose to go finishing off his beer and pocketing his change
the oppressive heat. He made his way across the street getting
behind the wheel of his truck. He lifted the blanket to make sure
heard from the counter where Carmelita sat. A pop, a sputter and
the engine caught. Hector gunned the engine and ground the gears
full throttle. The tires spun on the loose sand as he pulled away
from the curb heading down the street waving his arm in a victory
. . . . . . . .
the ring. The cheers rang in his ears as he celebrated his third
victory of the night, his pockets bulging with his winnings. The
Hector grabbed the bottle and held it high. The cheer rose
chin. He felt a hand upon his shoulder and lips close to his ear.
him."
He raised his hand above the masses and waved a boy over who
magically at their feet. The man bent down speaking to the boy
"There Hector," the man again whispered into his ear, "Mister
from his adoring fans leading him away. Hector gave one last
The cheers reseeded as the walked across the yard to the house.
continuing.
Once the man had Hector on his way he did not speak. They
walked side by side the man guiding him along. At the house they
entered through a side door into a quiet hallway. The house was
dark and cool inside. The carpets were thick and soft under
Hectors dirty boots. Light crossed the hall from an open doorway
on the left. The man halted at the door way announcing their
to shake hands with the man before him, swaying slightly from the
invited."
drink to your great good fortune and the long life of your
champion."
The man went to a cabinet on the side of the room opening it.
his cup high toward Hector who had already downed the contents of
eyed his guest now having given the proper amount of time to get
down to business.
make you an offer for Diablo. I mean that I would like to buy him
attention, he did.
conversation.
"Hector as we have said and every one can see you have an
exceptional bird there and I would like to purchase him from you."
Diablo..."
"Well wait a moment Hector and hear me out before you make a
becoming famous around here and it won’t be long before the odds
are going to make it hard to make any real money off of him."
that at any odds he had enough to back his champion now but
connections all over the region Hector and I could get him fights
against the best cocks around at good odds where a lot of money
can be made. And Hector it will always be you who found him and
trained him and as his legend grows so will yours Hector, so will
yours. Hector was this a good night for Diablo, I mean did you
bird. You have had a fabulous run and I am envious. But what I
am suggesting Hector is that the luck may not hold out and that I
to truly become the legend that men like us already know he is.
Hector you have served Diablo well until now but for his future I
Hector." He paused again to let Hector catch all the way up.
contemplation and Padilla let it sit now that the offer was made.
"Hector you and I know that Diablo will lose one day maybe
the next time in the ring, if that happens you will lose
him the bottle and waited leaving Hector to battle his demons and
the offer. He could tell that Hector had to work it over. It was
a good offer, fair. One that his sporting blood felt Hector
potential for very large gains was there with such a bird. They
only came along so often but the same opportunity stood for
I want you to know the price is fixed and I will not waiver, it is
a one time chance. Tomorrow I may feel differently about it. Who
. . . . . . . ..
now than before. Tearing at the low sparse vegetation and causing
the air to turn brown with dust. Sticking his head out of the
couldn't be sure. Rather than give up and turn back he took the
rocky dirt road. The truck bounced, creaked and jostled as Hector
gully the tires began to spin in the soft bottom sand. Quickly he
rocks and sand. The engine raced, coughed and raced again barely
making the rise. On top he stopped. The road only seemed to get
worse. He looked back into the wash and considered it. The turn
His choice to leave the ranch during the wind storm gnawed
at him now. He could have waited for someone else to leave that
knew the way better or for the storm to subside. He had ignored
his doubts and now wished he had sided with caution. Luck had
been riding with him for the past few weeks. He had become
the wheel this way and that. Begrudgingly the truck gradually
came around and on the ridge over looking the wash. He gave the
motor a few good revs and made his decent into the sandy ravine.
. . . . . . . .
and put the chairs up before mopping. She wiped ashtrays in the
waste can and locked up the cooler. Gathering her belongings she
left locking the door as she did. Outside the harsh beauty of the
in every different hue of color. Only the desert can give such
drunks hanging around me." In disgust she stubbed her smoke out
. . . . . . . .
welcomed relief, then the storm drew nearer and the rain
the metal roof of his truck, mercilessly drumming in his ears and
filling the trenches he had dug in his futile attempts to dig the
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truck out. The cool air felt good and he allowed the rain to run
truck. Grabbing the cage he left the limited shelter of the truck
and waded through the knee high stream to the bank. He sat in the
mud watching the water rise. The water rose steadily. It did not
take long for the rising river to become a raging rapid, the rapid
to a torrent, the torrent washing the truck down the wash. His
With the cage in one hand, his pockets full of money. Hector
course in the starless night. The rain continued making the going
his feet he lost his shoe. He turned to fished it, probing in the
into view and a car cruised past just a couple of hundred yards
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away. As it passed the trailing spray illuminated its rear lights
diffusing into a red glow that dissolved into the night. The road
up the cage he stumbled on through the dark desert, his bare foot
stomping helplessly on briar and rocks the last few steps to the
road. The cock sat cool and comfortably beneath his wet blanket
sinking ship.
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The bar was loud, crowded. She sat at the end, a tall glass
with her and not really listening, she seemed not to notice or
"Ah yes, another rum and coke coming up. Be careful you
"Julio, you just stand back there and pour 'em and I'll sit
But don't waist your time showing your teeth to me. I was just
curious that's all. You can drink all the rum in the house for
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all I care."
story trying to remember where she was so that she could continue.
Carmelita sat on the stool musing over the events of the day.
. . . . . . . . . .
The bus sat on the side of the road, parked. A woman with a
with one shoe calling out as he came near alerting the occupants
of his arrival.
stopped for a minute. A young woman stuck her head out of the
door looking back. In the dark she could make out Hector coming
along side.
Now a head popped around from under the hood, her hair tied
. . . . . . . . . .
The knock at the door came again. She sat up shaking the
cobwebs from her mind. Looking at the clock she cussed. The room
"I'm coming," she yelled as she found her robe, starting to the
door. Her head swam in a rum stew from the night before, the
hours before.
She checked her clock again, "God damn it, who the hells
"Hector god damn it, what the hell are you doing banging on
wet and bloody. His shoe was missing. Carmelita stood with her
that wasn't coming. The cage next to Hectors feet rustled beneath
the blanket.
soaked to the skin the drunken Hector was not sure why he had
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come, or at least could not remember. He fumbled through his mind
tailed off losing his thought. He was tired now, and drunk,
with him for the night though still resenting it. She fired one
"What the hell is that. You aren’t bringing any filthy animal
into my house."
arm, "But I can't leave him outside. He won't be safe. He'll get
stolen."
lost sole stranded on her porch. Without excuse for his mind or
fist not six inches from the threshold. Carmelita again firmly
"I can not leave the bird outside at night he will be stolen,
irresponsible."
know."
This wasn't going the way Hector had hoped. He wasn't sure
what he had thought would happen but he was sure that this wasn't
it. His eyes were cloudy and his head hurt, he was having
"Hector, why don't you take your little bird and go home.
You can take the bird in your house and both of you will be very
happy I'm sure. And don't come rooting around here in the middle
of the night wallowing on my door step. What in the hell are you
thinking." And with that she slammed the door in his face.
went off immediately and the silence of the night surrounded him.
one side as he carried the cage with one shoe on. The houses were
. . . . . . . . . . . .
The cat walked the fences along the alley where Hector
concern. Near his head was the cage, the empty cage.
The rooster had escaped and stood quietly by, milling. The
an air of expectancy, facing the bird. The bird was alert but did
not run. This gave the alley cat confidence. He moved a little
THE END