explained with a restrained urgency. âFirst thing is, donât go lookinâ a man in the eye while youâre in here, unless youâre in the mood for a fight or a fuck. I seen men get their guts handed to âem on the end of a sharpened spoon just cause some cracker didnât like the way he was being eyeballed.
âAnd especially donât go borrowinâ shit like cigs or gum, cause the first time you canât pay back youâll find yourself washinâ socks anâ pullinâ trains to make up your debt. But the single most important thing you got to remember, kid, is to do your own time and hold your mud. If it gets out that youâve snitchedâyouâre good as dead.â
A slightly built prisoner with a state-issue upper plate sidled up alongside Creighton. âSee youâre schoolinâ yourself a fish,â he grinned.
âHowdy, Top Gum,â Creighton replied. âThis hereâs Skinner, my new bunkie.â
The old man nodded and smiled, careful not to send his ill-fitting dentures flying out into the yard. âHow long?â
âShort-termer,â Creighton said, not giving Skinner a chance to answer for himself. âGreen as goose shit.â
âYou better make sure Mother and Rope donât get wind of him, then.â Top Gumâs mouth was smiling, but there was no humor in his voice.
âWho are they?â Skinner asked.
âYou already saw Mother,â Creighton grunted.
âYou mean the guy with the muscles and tattoos?â
âThatâs him.â
âWhy should I watch out for them?â
Top Gum shot Creighton a look out of the corner of his eye, waiting for the bigger man to take up the tale, but he remained silent. When he didnât, Top Gum sighed and pressed his plate back into place with the ball of his thumb. âThere ainât a nastier set of bookends to be found in Los Lobos. Motherâthatâs short for Motherfucker, mind youâis trash that donât burn, as my sainted mama used to say. Heâs got more tattoos than Carterâs got little liver pills. Heâs a tough hombre outta Texas, originally. Kilt him a few, if the bragâs true, but they ainât been able to pin him for nothinâ worse than attempted manslaughter. He likes to rape. When heâs on the outside, he rapes women. When heâs in here, he rapes boys. Donât seem to matter what kinda hole he sticks it in, long as whoeverâs attached ainât got no say in the matter.
âHe travels with his homey, a big olâ buck called Rope. Normally the Blacks and Whites donât have much truck with one another in here, but Rope and Mother are tighterân ticks at a nudist colony. I figger itâs on account of nobody else beinâ willinâ to hang with âem. Ropeâs as mean as Mother, but more subtle on account of him beinâ mute.â
âYou mean heâs deaf?â Skinner asked.
âNah, he can hear as good as you or me. Better, mebbe. He just canât talk on account of gettinâ lynched awhile back. Got hisself accused of rapinâ some white gal in Alabama. Mebbe he did, mebbe he didnât. Who knows? Anyway, he gets caught by some crackers and carried out to the piney woods, where they beat on him some, took a buck knife to his privates, and then strung him up. I reckon they thought theyâd kilt him, so they drove off in their pick-ups and left him hanginâ there. He werenât dead, though. Somehow he managed to get himself free.
âRopeâs been in and outta jail ever sinceâmostly on assault charges and crimes against nature. Just because some Alabama crackers cut his pecker off donât slow him down none. He just uses coke bottles, broom handles, and whatever else is handy to get the job done. Like I said, him and Mother is a mean machine you want to stay the hell clear of.â
That evening Skinner had his