CHAPTER ONE
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Lyle Clemens is delivered, alive; how he came to be born. The horror at the Miss Rio Escondido Beauty Pageant recalled briefly.
When Lyle Clemens was born, in Rio Escondido, Texas, in 1984, his mother quickly covered his rosy nakedness just before she fainted, either from the rigors of the birth or from her first impression of the child. Sylvia Love was surprised that he was alive, thinking heâd died inside her. Thatâs what Clarita, her trusted Mexican friend and self-appointed midwife, had told her after having listened for any stirrings within Sylviaâs belly. So when Clarita pulled out the bawling child, and snipped the binding cord, she shoved him back at Sylvia in bewilderment that her powers of divination had failed again. Sylvia Love blinked in double surprise. Not only was the child alive and yelling lustily, butâshe would swear she saw this during the fluttering of her eyesâhe was big, brawly, and arousedââjust like his goddamn father, and no doubt heâs his,â she managed to say aloud. That, and a fleeting memory of her disastrous experience as a contestant in the Miss Alamito County Beauty Pageant earlier that year, caused her to toss a sheet over the child who would grow up to become the Mystery Cowboy who appeared naked along Hollywood Boulevard.
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A view of Rio Escondido, where it all began.
The City of Rio Escondidoâwhich means âhidden riverâ in Spanishâwas not unlike other smallish cities that sprout within the environs of larger ones in Texas, cities that stay in a limbo of time at least ten years behind all others. The city boasted a population of ânearly 20,000,ââa figure that did not include the seasonal migrants who worked and lived in the fertile fields outside the City. The permanent population was made up of mostly middle-class white people, middle to lower-class Mexican-Americans, some much better off, and a few rich white families with farms or ranches in what was referred to as the âValley,â its denizens called cowboys, whether they rode a horse or not, and most did not.
Oleander shrubs, white, pink, red, with sparkling green leaves, added to the prettiness of the City with its tidy neighborhoods and small shopping center that outlined an old plazaâno building taller than three stories. No one was sure whether the hidden riverâthe Rio Grandeâhad ever really run here, but in the Valley a strait of luxuriant green trees dotted seasonally with flowers indicated where it might have flowed.
There was a main library, a City Hall that was once a jail, four movie theaters, three grammar schools, one high school, two Catholic churches and four Protestant ones, and a Billy the Kid Museum that housed Western artifacts, including a hat that Bonnie had worn (with a band of artificial daisies Clyde had woven onto it), and a Texas history book open to a page with umber spattersâthe blood of a former sheriff shot while he sat reading the Bible.
âAinât no discrimination in Ree-oh Escon-dee-doe,â the cheerful, rotund Mayor Gonzales was fond of saying at Chamber of Commerce meetings. That always got approving applause. Mayor Gonzales had inexplicably developed a Texas drawl; but to show his pride in his Latino roots, he sported a full, brushy black mustache that evoked Mexican rebels of the past.
A grand hotel, aptly named the Texas Grand Hotel, continued to assert a stubborn pride in its Spanish terra cotta architecture and its ornate dining room. Bonnie and Clyde stayed there one nightââbefore their bloodiest raid.â So did Judy Garland and Clark Gableââseparatelyââon their way to the mineral springs in the nearby City of Mineral Wells. The hotel remained almost guestless now, new travelers choosing to stay in one of several motels that border the main highway with sizzling electric signs.
During two occasions, the Texas Grand sprang to full lifeâwhen its chandeliered dining room was taken over for âbig weddingsâ and when its rooms were occupied by evangelical preachers here for the twice-a-year Gathering of Souls, a loud, quivery orgy of sermons and healings held at the local Pentecostal Hall and later televised through a mega-network of stations headquartered at the Lordâs Headquarters in Anaheim, California.
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A move back in time, before Lyleâs birth. Eulah Love prepares to speak in tongues, and a golden voice arouses hope.
Lyle Clemensâs journey to become the Mystery Cowboy who appeared naked on Hollywood Boulevard might be said to have begun years before his birth, perhaps during a certain time of the year when Eulah Love, Sylviaâs mother, prepared to speak in tongues at the Gathering of Souls. An isolated unhappy woman with no friends, often glowering at her daughter as if she did not recognize her but was nevertheless angry at her, Eulah left her small house only to attend religious meetings, and when otherwise necessary. As if to underscore her drab existence, dry vines drooped over her houseâa cluster of feeble green here and there struggling outâonly in summerâin contrast to the tidiness of other houses nearby.
Why her mother was so hostile to her was a mystery to Sylvia from as far back as she could remember. Even an ordinary childâs question would arouse her ire.
âWhy did you name me Sylvia?â
âBecause itâs a name.â
âWhy is our last name Love?â
âHa!â Eulah laughed without mirth.
Eulahâs revival meetings terrified Sylvia and had made her wonder, at a very early age, what kind of God would inspire such frightening shrieks and trembling. At the height of the frenzy in the Pentecostal Hall (Eulah dragged her there, clasping her arm fiercely), she would find refuge under the rows of seats. When someone spotted her, she would tremble and moan, pretending she had been âslain in the spiritâ that was, somewhere in the hall, seizing her mother and so many others and causing them to shake, mumble, and quake. That was something else that baffled Sylvia about God; if her mother was the saintly woman she claimed to beâand thatâs what they all said at the Hall, that she was a servant of Godâhow the hell could she be so goddamn mean?
There was one time when Sylvia came out of hiding in the Hall. A beautiful voice emerged out of the cacophony of crashing âhallelujahsâ and âamens,â a voice so commanding that the shrieking of the incensed congregation began to fade, then faded, forced back, driven away by the power of that single voice.
On the stage, Sister Matilda of the Golden Voice, a hefty black woman in a flowing white gown and wearing a brilliant crown atop her glistening black hair, was singing before a choir of trilling âlittle angelsâ in puffy cassocks. Her eyes were closed, her hands reached up toward Heaven. They did not grasp like those of the others here who seemed to Sylvia to be wanting to tear down something; no, her hands seemed to be encouraging, greeting, welcoming a benign connection. And she sang in a thrilling voice that roamed through sorrowâdeep, mournfulâdelivered sorrow to hope, stayed there lingering, and then released hope to joy. The voice rose, finally jubilant, in amazement at such a possibility:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me,
I once was lost, but now Iâm found,
Was blind but now I see. âŠ
As Sylvia listened to the wondrous voice, she clasped in her mind words and phrases that addressed her: âlost ⊠now found ⊠my fears relieved ⊠hope ⊠a life of joy and peace.â
She held her breath. The song offered hope!
After the meeting (and she hid again because the chorus had retreated to allow on stage a man who moved like a mad puppet, strutting back and forth across the stage, then taking mincy steps backward as he howled, âWoe-uh!â), the words of the song the black woman had sung stayed in Sylviaâs mind. Long before she knew they had, she had memorized them. The hope that the songâand the golden voice itselfâconveyed allowed her to conceive of escaping the miserable life her mother was assuring for her.
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Sylviaâs aspirations for a happy life. A way out.
She would not live in misery!
What had saved her, so far, from being the strange, twitchy, retiring girl her mother was determined to make her was that she was pretty, very prettyâeventually, she was sure, sheâd be beautifulâand she had spirit, and determination, even before she recognized the fact.
At almost eighteen, she was so lovely that, often, looking at herself in the mirrorâher hands propping her splendid breastsâshe would whirl around with the sheer joy of being herself. Her dark auburn hair had golden streaks where the sun had kissed it, and she had almond-shaped, amber-flecked green eyes that Eulah insisted were âordinary brown.â During summer, her velvety complexion deepened, darker than it really was, and her full red lips had a sensual tilt even when she wasnât smiling.
And her body!
It was slender where it should be slender, and full, quite full, where it should be full. She walked with a slight swing that showed it all off.
All she needed to be free was to separate herself from Eulah and her denouncements of the flesh. How?
She was pretty enough, now, to be Miss Rio Escondido!
Then Miss Alamito County!
After that, Miss Texas!
And then! And then âŠ
⊠her freedom!
She easily pictured herself walking along the magical extension of stage (was it really sprinkled with silver sequins, or did she only remember it that way from the images she had seen on the small television kept secretly in her room?), holding her bouquet of roses, the crown firmly on her headânot tiltedâand she would not be cryingâwhy, if she was happy?
Her mind spun with the possibilities life would extend to her away from the miseries of her mother. Before the mirror, she lowered the top of her blouse, off her shoulders, deeper down. She hugged her gorgeous curves, the bare flesh of her lovely shoulders.
âPosing like a harlot in the mirror! Woman of sin!â It was Eulah, out of her usual religious trance and in Sylviaâs room, (which she regularly invaded, often cornering the girl, demanding she confess âall sinful thoughts of the fleshâ before Sylvia knew exactly what that meant). Now Eulah held her Bible before her like a black brick she might throw. âWoe on those who violate the sanctity of their flesh! Woe to those who sully it with lewd displays!â
Sylvia pulled the top of her blouse up.
Eulah was on her, flailing at her with her free hand, thrusting out with her Bible, forcing Sylvia back, back. ââI shall strike out in fury at your sins!â saith the righteous Lord.â
As Sylvia recoiled from her mother, Eulah Love yanked her Bible back, as if her daughter might snatch it away from her. She shouted: âWanke y-hune epistrog! Mastek!â
âWhat?â But Sylvia knew her mother had lapsed into tongues, her eyes wobbling in their sockets. Now she would return to her room to prepare for her performance at the Gathering of Souls.
When Eulah left, Sylvia drew her blouse back down, even lower. She would not allow Eulah to smirch her flesh! When she won the beauty contest, and, even before that, when she appeared in her bathing suit, the applause and admiration that would greet her would be like collected blessings thrust against Eulahâs prohibitions.
She faced herself haughtily in the mirrorâthough she must not appear haughty when the title was announced and her bright future began, as bright and unblemished as the crown she would wear.
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Possible intrusions on the way to the pageant.
There were negative considerations to take into account as the time for the preliminary pageants neared. Sometimes she suspected she was part Mexican. In her religious frenzies, Eulah had once blurted out âdamnation on that Mexican who lured me.â Was he her father? Sylvia wondered, studying her own tan-hued skinâEulah always looked pale. If so, was he responsible for her motherâs anger at her? She would welcome being part Mexican because she had heard someone at school claim âmixed blood,â and that had seemed very dramatic to her, passionate blood whirling inside her. Or was her father really the ârighteous manâ Eulah claimed had been âmurdered by those heathens, those ungrateful Vietnameseâ? Sylvia remembered no man, not even a picture of one, during her early years. Still, if she was part Mexican and it was known, that might compromise her chances among still-bigoted judges at the Pageant.
The fact that she might be pregnant wouldnât help, either.
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Further back in time. The âsexy Chicanoâ introduces Sylvia to the Catholic church and its glamorous saints.
Sylvia had met Armando in high school when her dream of winning the beauty title was beginning to bud. Everyoneâespecially giggly girlsâagreed that he was the handsomest boyâand a ârebel.â Athletic-looking with ...