No Country for Old Men

No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy's "No Country for Old Men" opens with Sheriff Ed Tom Bell reflecting on an execution he witnessed years earlier and on a sense of dread about a new, incomprehensible kind of evil he now senses moving through his county. The hitman Anton Chigurh, newly arrested, strangles a sheriff's deputy to death with his handcuff chain, steals a car, and executes a stranded motorist on the highway with a captive bolt pistol normally used on cattle. Meanwhile Llewelyn Moss, hunting antelope near the Rio Grande, finds a desert littered with shot-up trucks and dead men from a drug deal gone wrong. He discovers a dying Mexican begging for water, a truckload of heroin, and finally a dead man clutching a case full of cash—about $2.4 million. Moss takes the money home to his young wife, Carla Jean, then guilt drives him to return that night with water for the wounded man. He is chased by other cartel gunmen in a truck, escapes by swimming the river, and loses his own truck in the process, meaning he can be traced. Sheriff Bell and his deputies investigate the carnage in the desert, finding Moss's abandoned truck and piecing together that a survivor took the money. Chigurh, sent to retrieve the cash, kills the men who hired him after learning they botched the job, then uses a radio transponder hidden among the bills to track Moss. Moss sends Carla Jean to stay with her mother in Odessa and holes up in a motel, where he rigs the money into an air duct. Chigurh tracks and kills two associates at another motel where Moss was staying, then confronts and shoots Moss there, though Moss escapes out a window, badly wounded, after a gun battle that leaves several cartel gunmen dead in the street. Moss manages to retrieve the money from the duct beforehand and later throws the case over a bridge into the brush along the river before collapsing and crossing into Mexico for medical help. A rival hunter, Carson Wells—a former Special Forces officer working for the drug cartel's business interests—is sent to recover the money and warns Moss that Chigurh cannot be reasoned or bargained with. Wells visits Moss in the Mexican hospital, leaves his number, and is later cornered and killed by Chigurh in a hotel room after a long, chilling conversation about fate and inevitability. Chigurh also intercepts a call from Moss meant for Wells and warns Moss that Carla Jean will be held accountable unless the money is returned. Sheriff Bell continues investigating, questioning Carla Jean, touring the crime scenes with fellow lawmen, and growing increasingly convinced he is facing something outside his experience—an enemy he does not want to face directly. Moss, released and armed with a new truck, a submachine gun, and a sawed-off shotgun, retrieves the money from the riverbank and picks up a teenage hitchhiker on the highway, all while Chigurh, having broken into the homes of Moss's wife and mother-in-law and traced them through the phone bill, continues his relentless pursuit.

By Cormac McCarthy · First published 2005 · Genre: Crime Fiction, Thriller, Neo-Noir · 13 chapters · 69,821 words

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I sent one boy to the gaschamber at Huntsville. One and only one. My arrest and my testimony. I went up there and visited with him two or three times. Three times. The last time was the day of his execution. I didnt have to go but I did. I sure didnt want to. He'd killed a fourteen year old girl and I can tell you right now I never did have no great desire to visit with him let alone go to his execution but I done it. The papers said it was a crime of passion and he told me there wasnt no passion to it. He'd been datin this girl, young as she was. He was nineteen. And he told me that he had been plannin to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he'd do it again. Said he knew he was goin to hell. Told it to me out of his own mouth. I dont know what to make of that. I surely dont. I thought I'd never seen a person like that and it got me to wonderin if maybe he was some new kind. I watched them strap him into the seat and shut the door. He might of looked a bit nervous about it but that was about all. I really believe that he knew he was goin to be in hell in fifteen minutes. I believe that. And I've thought about that a lot. He was not hard to talk to. Called me Sheriff. But I didnt know what to say to him. What do you say to a man that by his own admission has no soul? Why would you say anything? I've thought about it a good deal. But he wasnt nothin compared to what was comin down the pike.

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border crime · desert landscape · drug trafficking · contract killer · crime noir · organized crime · greed · moral corruption · incomprehensible evil · fate and inevitability · nihilism · violence and brutality

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