![]() ![]() When he was done he got the deputy's wallet out of his pocket and took the money and put it in the pocket of his shirt and dropped the wallet to the floor. He sat on the desk and fastened the toweling with tape from a dispenser, studying the dead man gaping up from the floor. He ran cold water over his wrists until they stopped bleeding and he tore strips from a hand towel with his teeth and wrapped his wrists and went back into the office. When he got up he took the keys from the deputy's belt and released himself and put the deputy's revolver in the waistband of his trousers and went into the bathroom. Chigurh lay breathing quietly, holding him. The deputy's legs slowed and then stopped. The deputy's right carotid artery burst and a jet of blood shot across the room and hit the wall and ran down it. ![]() He was gurgling and bleeding from the mouth. He kicked shut the door and he wrapped the throw rug in a wad about them. The deputy was flailing wildly and he'd begun to walk sideways over the floor in a circle, kicking over the wastebasket, kicking the chair across the room. Chigurh lay there pulling back on the bracelets with his knees between his arms and his face averted. The deputy was trying to get his hands inside the chain but he could not. ![]()
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