and answer me. When Ah speak, you move!â
âAh, Ahm cominâ, but Ah ainât goinâ tuh run fuh nobody.â
âLooka heah, John, Ahm sick uh yoâ sass. Ah got it in me tuh tell yuh and if Ah donât tell yuh, Ahâll purge when Ah die. Youse uh good fuh nothinâ trashy yaller rascalâainât fit tuh tote guts tuh uh bear.â A sudden frenzy took Ned, âAnyhow, Ah done made up mah mind tuh beat you nelly tuh death. You jesâ spilinâ fuh uh good killinâ! Drop dem britches below yoâ hocks, and git down on yoâ knees. Ah means tuh straighten you out dis day.â
As he said this, Ned snatched off the trace-chain from the plow and turned upon John who was still twenty feet or more from his step-father. When Ned whirled about with the doubled trace-chain in his right fist he found not a cowering bulk of a boy but a defiant man, feet spread wide, a large rock drawn back to hurl.
âDonât you vary! Dog damn yuh!â John challenged. âCome uhnother step and Ahâll bust yuh wide open, wid dis rock. You kin cuff and kick Zeke and them around but Ah done promised Gawd and uh couple uh other men tuh stomp yoâ guts out nexâ time you raise yoâ hand tuh me.â
For a throbbing space the two stood face to face. Ned turned and hobbled off.
âStand dere! Jesâ you stand dere till Ah go git mah double-barrel britch-loader and Ahm gointer blow yoâ brains out!â
Ned limped off towards the house. John held his pose until the older man dipped below the first rise. Then he let fall his arm, and walked back towards the hickory tree.
âAhm gointer git behind dis tree and if dat ugly-rump nigger come back here wid dat gun, Ahm gointer bust âim wide open wid uh rock âfore he know whut hit âim. Humph! Ah donât bâlieve he gone at no britch-loader nohow. He gone âcause he got skeered Ah wuz goinâ take dat trace-chain âway from âim and lay it âcross his own back.â
John waited a long time. Ned could have gone twice the distance and returned with a gun. If he could have looked over the hill he would have seen Ned âproagingâ off to the Turk place to get a gallon of red-eye-for-courage. Finally John came out from behind the hickory tree and loosed the mules fromthe plows and looped up the plow lines on the hames.
âShucks! Ahm goinâ âway from heah.â It came to John like a revelation. Distance was escape. He stopped before the burnt-off trunk of a tree that stood eight or ten feet high and threw the character of Ned Crittenden upon it.
âAnd you, you ole battle-hammed, slew-foot, box-ankled nubbin, you! You ainât nothinâ and ainât got nothinâ but whut God give uh billy-goat, and then round tryinâ tuh hell-hack folks! Tryinâ tuh kill somebody wid talk, but if you wants tuh fight,âdatâs de very corn Ah wants tuh grind. You come grab me now and Ah bet yuh Ahâll stop you from suckinâ eggs. Hit me now! Gâwan hit me! Bet Ahâll break uh egg in yuh! Youse all parts of uh pig! You done got me jusâ ez hot ez July jam, and Ah ainât got no moâ use fuh yuh than Ah is for mah baby shirt. Youse mah race but you sho ainât mah taste. Jusâ you break uh breath wid me, and Ahm goinâ tuh be jusâ too chastisinâ.
âAhm jusâ lak uh old shoeâsoft when yuh rain on me and cool me off, and hard when yuh shine on me and git me hot. Tuh keep from killinâ uh sorry somethinâ like yuh, Ahm goinâ way from heah. Ahm goinâ tuh Zar, and datâs on de other side of far, and when you see me agin Ahm gointer be somebody. Mah liâlâ finger will be bigger than yoâ waist. Donât you part yoâ lips tuh me no moâ jesâ ez long ez heben is happyâdo Ahâll put somethinâ on yuh dat lye soap wonât