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is feet。 Jerry was crumpled to one side； clutching his ribs and whimpering。
Hank kicked Bobby between the legs。 When the boy yelped； Hank let out a hideous laugh。
He then clutched Billy by the throat and began lashing his face with the back of his right hand。 Blood was spurting everywhere； it covered Billy's face and was pouring down his chest。
Finally； Hank released Billy and turned to the rest of the Siscos。 〃Anybody want some more！〃 he shouted。 〃e on！ Get you some！〃
The other Siscos cowered behind one another while their three heroes floundered in the dirt。
The fight should've been over； but Hank had other plans。 With delight and deliberation； he kicked each of the three in their faces and heads until they stopped moving and groaning。 The crowd began to disperse。
〃Let's go；〃 a man said from behind me。 〃You kids don't need to see this。〃 But I couldn't move。
Then Hank found a broken piece of an old two…by…four。 For a moment the crowd stopped its exit to watch with morbid curiosity。
When Hank hit Jerry across the nose； someone in the crowd said； 〃Oh my God。〃
Another voice in the mob said something about finding the sheriff。
〃Let's get outta here；〃 an old farmer said； and the crowd began leaving again； this time a little quicker。
Hank still wasn't finished。 His face was red with anger； his eyes flashed like a demon's。 He kept pounding them until the old two…by…four began to shatter into small pieces。
I didn't see any of the other Spruills in the crowd。 As the beating became a butchering； everyone fled。 No one in Black Oak wanted to tangle with the Siscos。 And now nobody wanted to face this madman from the hills。
When we were back on the sidewalk； those of us who'd seen the fight were silent。 It was still happening。 I wondered if Hank would beat them until they were dead。
Neither Dewayne nor I said a word as we darted through the crowd and ran toward the movie house。
The Saturday afternoon movie was a special time for all of us farm kids。 We didn't have televisions； and entertainment was considered sinful。 For two hours we were transported from the harshness of life in the cotton patch to a fantasy land where the good guys always won。 Through the movies we learned how criminals operated； how cops caught them； how wars were fought and won； how history was made in the Wild West。 It was even through a movie that I learned the sad truth that the South had； in fact； not won the Civil War； contrary to what I'd been told both at home and at school。
But this Saturday the Gene Autry western bored Dewayne and me。 Every time there was a fistfight on the screen； I thought of Hank Spruill and could see him still out there behind the Co…op hammering the Siscos。 Autry's scuffles were tame pared to the real…life carnage we'd just witnessed。 The movie was almost over before I mustered the courage to tell Dewayne。
〃That big hillbilly we saw beat the Siscos？〃 I whispered。 〃He's working on our farm。〃
〃You know him？〃 he whispered back； disbelieving。
〃Yep。 Know him real well。〃
Dewayne was impressed and wanted to ask more questions； but the place was packed and Mr。 Starnes； the manager； enjoyed patrolling the aisles with his flashlight； just looking for trouble。 Any kid caught talking would be yanked up by the ear and ejected。 Also； Brenda with the freckles had managed to get the seat directly behind Dewayne； making us both unfortable。
There were a few adults sprinkled throughout the audience； but they were mostly town people。 Mr。 Starnes made the Mexicans sit in the balcony； but it didn't seem to bother them。 Only a handful would waste money on a picture show。
We rushed out at the end； and within minutes we were behind the Co…op again； half…expecting to see the bloody corpses of the Sisco boys。 But no one was there。 There was no evidence of any fight…no blood； no limbs； no shattered two…by…four。
Pappy held the opinion that people with self…respect should leave town on Saturday before dark。 Bad things happened on Saturday night。 Other than the fights； though； I'd never witnessed any true evil。 I'd heard there were drinking and dice games behind the gin； and even more fights； but all that was kept out of sight and was engaged in by very few people。 Still； Pappy was afraid we'd somehow be contaminated。
Ricky was the hell…raiser of the Chandler family； and my mother told me that he had the reputation of staying in town too long on Saturday。 There was an arrest somewhere in the recent family history； but I could never get the details。 She said that Pappy and Ricky had fought for years over what time they should leave。 I could remember several occasions when we left without him。 I'd cry because I was sure I'd never see him again； then Sunday morning he would be sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee as if nothing had happened。 Ricky always came home。
We met at the truck； which was now surrounded by dozens of other vehicles parked haphazardly around the Baptist church because the farmers were still rolling in。 The crowd was thicker along Main Street and seemed to be congregating near the school； where fiddlers and banjo pickers sometimes broke out into bluegrass sessions。 I didn't want to leave； and in my opinion there was no hurry to get home。
Gran and my mother had some last…minute business inside the church； where most of the women found something to do on the day before the Sabbath。 From the other side of the truck； I overheard my dad and Pappy talking about a fight。 Then I heard the name Sisco； and I became very still。 Miguel and some of the Mexicans arrived and wouldn't stop chattering in Spanish； so I missed any further gossip。
A few minutes later； Stick Powers； one of Black Oak's two deputies； walked over from the street and said hello to Pappy and my father。 Stick was supposed to have been a POW in the war； and he walked with a limp； which he claimed was the result of abuse in a German camp。 Pappy said he'd never left Craighead County； never heard a shot fired in anger。
〃One of them Sisco boys is near 'bout dead；〃 I heard him say as I moved in closer。 It was almost dark now； and no one was watching me。
〃Nothing wrong with that；〃 Pappy said。
〃They say that hillbilly is working out at your place。〃
〃I didn't see the fight； Stick；〃 Pappy said； his quick temper already rising。 〃You got a name？〃
〃Hank something or other。〃
〃We got lots of somethings and others。〃
〃Mind if I ride out tomorrow and look around？〃 Stick asked。
〃I can't stop you。〃
〃No； you can't。〃 Stick wheeled on his good leg and gave the Mexicans a look as if they were guilty as sin。
I eased around to the other side of the truck and said； 〃What was that all about？〃
As usual； when it was something I was not supposed to know or hear； they simply ignored me。
We rode home in the dark； the lights of Black Oak fading behind us； the cool wind from the road blowing our hair。 At first； I wanted to tell my father about the fight； but I couldn't do it in front of the Mexicans。 Then I decided not to be a witness。 I wouldn't tell anybody since there was no way to win。 Any involvement with the Siscos would make my life dangerous； and I didn't want the S