n on the edge of porch with one foot on the step and
lights a cigarette pretending not to be bothered.) Aw, I'll get her
when I want her. Let him treat her, but see who struts around that
lake and down the railroad with her by and by.

(DAVE and DAISY emerge from the store, each holding a bottle of red
soda pop and laughing together. As they start down the steps DAVE
accidentally steps on JIM's outstretched foot. JIM jumps up and pushes
DAVE back, causing him to spill the red soda all over his white shirt
front.)

JIM: Stay off my foot, you big ox.

DAVE: Well, you don't have to wet me all up, do you, and me in
company? Why don't you put your damn foot in your pocket?

DAISY: (Wiping DAVE'S shirt front with her handkerchief) Aw, ain't
that too bad.

JIM: (To DAVE) Well, who's shirt did I wet? It's mine, anyhow, ain't
it?

DAVE: (Belligerently) Well, if it's your shirt, then you come take it
off me. I'm tired of your lip.

JIM: Well, I will.

DAVE: Well, put your fist where you lip is. (Pushing DAISY aside.)

DAISY: (Frightened) I want to go home. Now, don't you all boys fight.

(JIM attempts to come up the steps. DAVE pushes him back and he
stumbles and falls in the dust. General excitement as the crowd senses
a fight.)

LITTLE BOY: (On the edge of crowd) Fight, fight, you're no kin. Kill
one another, won't be no sin. Fight, fight, you're no kin.

(JIM jumps up and rushes for DAVE as the latter starts down the steps.
DAVE meets him with his fist squarely in the face and causes him to
step backward, confused.)

DAISY: (Still on porch, half crying) Aw, my Lawd! I want to go home.

(General hubbub, women's cries of "Don't let 'em fight." "Why don't
somebody stop 'em?" "What kind of men is you all, sit there and let
them boys fight like that." Men's voices urging the fight: "Aw, let
'em fight." "Go for him, Dave." "Slug him, Jim."

JIM makes another rush toward the steps. He staggers DAVE. DAVE knocks
JIM sprawling once more. This time JIM grabs the mule bone as he
rises, rushes DAVE, strikes DAVE over the head with it and knocks him
out. DAVE falls prone on his back. There is great excitement.)

OLD WOMAN: (Screams) Lawdy, is he kilt? (Several men rush to the
fallen man.)

VOICE: Run down to the pump and get a dipper o' water.

CLARK: (To his wife in door) Mattie, come out of that store with a
bottle of witch hazely oil quick as you can. Jim Weston, I'm gonna
arrest you for this. You Lum Boger. Wher