Callan Wink on, I think, #Texas

Callan Wink, Exotics, in Granta, Summer 2014

The protagonist, James, is working on a Texan ranch, farming deer for hunters to come and shoot. He’s just seen a zebra. Karl is the manager.

Karl straightened. ‘You’re shitting me.’ 

James shook his head. ‘No shit.’ 

‘Huh. I’ll be damned. We got a crew of hunters coming in from Fort Worth next weekend. That would be a hell of a way to kick the season off. Those ol’ boys would lose their minds over something like that.’ 

‘You’d really let them shoot it?’ 

‘Sure, what the hell else would you do with it?’ 

‘I don’t know. It just doesn’t seem right’ 

Karl shook his head, crushed his empty beer can in his fist. ‘I know what you’re getting at and you’re off base. That thing you saw wasn’t a zebra.’ 

‘No. It was a zebra. I’m sure of it.’ 

‘Nope. Zebras are in Africa. That’s the only place. A zebra anywhere else in the world ain’t a zebra. See what I mean?’ 

‘Not really.’ 

Karl gave an exasperated sigh. ‘You set these Fort Worth boys down in Africa and let them unload on a zebra and then maybe I can see your point. That’s not something they’re worthy of. But here, in Texas? A Texas man is worthy of anything in Texas. That’s how I feel.’

zebra Sam's cafe gare du Midi 515.JPG(Sam’s cafe, Gare du Midi, Brussels)

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Paul Hodson

Head of Unit "EnergyEfficiency" at European Commission, Directorate-General for Energy

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