|the fight (standard:drama, 3118 words)|
|Author: stanley mcqueen kentucky backwoods writer||Added: May 24 2009||Views/Reads: 2190/1329||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|wife beater learn lession|
The Fight Muddy Fork township is mostly a wide place in the road, not many come here less they need some seeds or a few supplies , The little backwood town has six building all together , a small jail , a boarding house, a saloon, some men come here after a days work and drink whiskey and some get drunk and have to be put in that little hog pen jail that is the last building on the road that leads threw Muddy Fork, last Friday night one of my friends rode our mules into town for a few drinks at the saloon. And that was our first mistake, it just so happens that Walker my friend has been seeing another man wife and I never knew that , he is my age barely twenty five and not married to anyone and him and I had that both in common, we had drunk our first cold beer and was fixing to order another when the biggest man I ever seen around here in town or this saloon stepped into the drinking parlor, and the big man has fire in his eyes, something about the way his face look got my attention, he carried in his right hand what looked to be and ax handle , his face was red and his had sort or set sideways on his large beastly looking head, he come to the table that Water and I was setting at with our beer, and he suddenly hit the table and both our drinks rolled off the table, I come to beat the tar out of one of you fellows that is setting at this table he roared!! I found out one of you boys has been slipping and seeing my wife while I am working at night in the deep mines. what are you talking about I said ‘ looking at him as he dangled that bit hickory ax handle, he took the handle and pushed it against Walter nose smashing him nose flat like, Walter trembling and swore to God and high heaven he was not seeing his wife , then the man said : take a look at this , and from his pocket he pulled out a Bar low knife that I recognized belonging to Walter, it was sure the ”speckled handled knife that I had seen Walter with many a time as we often run together around these parts . I made my wife tell me who was the owner of this knife, with a little persuasion, she is now carrying a black eyes because I smacked it black “the big man snorted!” Now Walter is begging the man to put down the ax handle and he is shaking like a dog pooping a peach seed, ‘ he was not a man that I ever seen fight he was just not the brawling kind, he done something that I would have never suspected , he hauled off and told the mad man that he had leant me the knife and that I was the one that was actually slipping around his shack while he work night at the underground coal mines works, him and I had been friends for a long time but that ended it right then and there , I stand up from the saloon table and made fists, and the big angry man said”so it was you that been seeing my wife'and it was you that borrowed this here fellows knife and lost it while you was seeing my wife, Mr I declare I have never been at you shack and this man here at this table is a liar, because he knows your going to whop him good and teach him to slip around and see his wife, the big angry man then said' there is but one way to settled this two sided story , I ,ll just beat the tar out of the both of you and that way I am sure to get the right man them' about the time the man said ‘ that old coward Walter got up and run like a turkey and escaped out of the saloon, and here I stand fixing to get the worse beating or maybe even killed because of my best friend telling a ball face lie on me and dragging me into such a mess, paw always said' that a good friend a real friend with always do the right thing between friendship relationships, but here walker show me his true colors and tell a lie on me and runs for his life, and to be real honest I cannot say ‘ I blame old walker on doing such a bad deed , because this big man look so scary and strong if I had been in Walker shoes and this was turn around I would probably done the same thing walker done run for my life. But I was not about to run with ever old drunk in here watching me and if I did run these old sot drunk would spread it all over Muddy fork county I was a coward ,so here I stand ready to be beat to death, he comes at me swinging that ax and I got the end of it away from him and hit him over the head and knocked him slick out. The bar man told me I better run because when that ox gets up he will tear this saloon apart and used you for the rod,, and for once in my life I took his suggestion, and left the saloon, I jumped astraddle of my old mule , and headed for my backwood roosting place , I thought I would lay low Click here to read the rest of this story (161 more lines)
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