(Wiley spent the night at Billy and Bonnie's house in Brownsville)
I swear I could have heard a rooster crowing. The next morning I awoke in a strange bedroom—my mouth was gummy and dry—I tried hard to focus on my watch but my eyes were blurry. Then I remembered the night before, fucking little Bonnie on the couch while her toothless husband watched from his padded easy chair.
I smelled coffee and bacon and meandered toward the kitchen. Billy was sitting in his wheel chair staring out the back screen door holding a fly swatter. Apparently his legs were crippled but his arms were over compensated for the handicap.
The screen door was constantly attacked by flying insects. He realized I was in the room and offered me coffee.
"You want some coffee," he said in a loud voice. I only nodded my head yes. He hastily wheeled over to the counter, used a hook stick to fetch down the mug hanging from a shelf and poured a cup of coffee.
"Here, you want some sugar and cream?" he quizzed.
I cleared my throat and managed to bark out: "No, black is good."
"I'm not deaf just cause I can't walk", he said, then he mumbled, "or fuck."
I chugged on the coffee and sat opposite of him at the table. We were both silent for several minutes before he told me how he lost the use of his legs.
"Bad luck all 'round. Just dam bad luck," he said.
He told me that a Mexican bandit shot him over a disagreement concerning ownership of a horse. He wasn't the source of the situation, just in the wrong place. It seems the Mexican fired a wild shot at his intended target and hit old Billy instead. The .44 slug nicked his backbone and caused paralysis from his dick down.
"There's biscuit and bacon in the stove," he said gesturing to the bright white antique looking stove.
I heard soft foot steps on the porch and the screen door screeched open and Bonnie appeared with a basket full of eggs. She was wearing farmer's overalls and t-shirt with no bra. Her buxom was full and her pointy nipples poked under the shirt and around the sides of the bib front.
"Good maw-ning," she drawled out with a big white grin. "Whew, I been out feeding the chickens—it's gonna' be a hot day again today," she said as she removed her straw hat to reveal a full head of light honey hair.
