isnât a sporting house, even if it sounds like one. The meat they serve thereâs already cookedâfalling-off-the-bone barbecue, some of the best anywhere. I was going to tell the House of Daniel fellas about it if they didnât already know, but they did.
Bathroom in the roominghouse was down at the end of the hall. Yeah, one of those places. By the time my turn cameâI was low man on the totem pole, naturallyâthe salamander that hotted up the water was plumb tuckered out. On a May afternoon in the Texas Panhandle, you mind that less than you would some other places.
Some of my fake whiskers came off in the tub, but nowhere near all. I went back to my room looking like a sorry case of mange. âHave anything to make your blasted spirit gum say uncle?â I asked Eddie.
âTry some of this. Rub it on a cloth and then over your face.â He handed me a bottle of greenish gunk. When I pulled the cork, it smelled something like witch hazel and something like what a colored herb womanâd cook up if she didnât like you so much.
But it worked, whatever it was. âThanks,â I said, and started to give it back to Eddie.
âHang on to it,â he told me. âYouâre the one whoâll be using it till your own whiskers get long enough so you donât need the false ones.â
So we ate. And we ate. And we ate some more. By the time we got through, you couldâve built a cow and a pig and a flock of chickens from the bones on the table. Miss Louise had smiled when we came in. Sheâd said, âGood to see yâall. Not a lot of folks with money to spend.â
âEven in an oil town like this?â Harv asked.
âThings are better here than some places,â Miss Louise said, âbut they ainât what youâd call good. People hunker down, fix their own eatsâitâs cheaperân goinâ out. So customers are hard to come by.â
Pampa was better off than Ponca City, no doubt about that. The oil wells here were newer, and paying better. But if a place as good as Miss Louiseâs had trouble staying full, it was hurting, all right.
I rubbed my stomach. If I ate like that all the time, I wouldnât fit into Double-Doubleâs uniform for long. âWhere do we go next?â I asked. I figured maybe Borger northwest of Pampaâthe two little towns get along like Ponca City and Enid. Anything one does, the other reckons it does better. When the Eagles played Pampa, they usually played Borger the same weekend. Not even forty miles from one to the other.
But Harv said, âAmarillo. Weâve got a game tomorrow against the Metros.â
âAll right.â I sounded as easy about it as I could. Amarilloâs not a great big city. Itâs bigger than Enid, but not by a lot. The Eagles never dared square off against the Metros, though. They were out of our league too many ways.
Back before the Big Bubble popped, the Metros played in the Western League for a couple of years. Thatâs real pro ballâClass A, same as the Texas League, the league where the Steers wouldnât sign me âcause I wasnât good enough. Even after they didnât stick, they barnstormed against teams in both those circuits.
I must notâve been as calm as I tried for. Harv kind of grinned at me. âIf God wants us to beat âem, weâll beat âem,â he sad. âAnd if Heâs got other plans, His will be done.â
âAmen,â Eddie Lelivelt said, and some of the other guys nodded.
I knew the House of Daniel was a churchy team, but they hadnât done any preaching to the heathen that Iâd seen. They hadnât done any preaching at me. I knew that for sure. Iâm not a heathen, but Iâm on that road. Hey, anybody whoâs seen a salamander or a dust devil knows there are Powers. Just what those Powers are and Who calls the shots amongst âemâthatâs
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