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ears； according to Gran。 And he hadn't been to church since before the First War。 I'd heard folks openly praying for him during revivals。
I loved the traffic and the crowded sidewalks and the uncertainty of whom you might see next。 I liked the groups of Mexicans camped under shade trees； eating ice cream and greeting their countrymen from other farms in excited bursts of Spanish。 I liked the crowds of strangers； hill people who would be gone before long。 Pappy told me once that when he was in St。 Louis before the First War； there were half a million other people there and that he got lost just walking down a street。
That would never happen to me。 When I walked down the streets in St。 Louis； everybody would know me。
I followed my mother and Gran to Pop and Pearl Watson's。 The men went to the Co…op because that's where all the farmers went on Saturday afternoon。 I could never determine exactly what they did there； besides gripe about the price of cotton and fret over the weather。
Pearl was busy at the cash register。 〃Hi； Mrs。 Watson；〃 I said when I could get close enough。 The store was packed with women and Mexicans。
〃Well； hello； Luke；〃 she said as she winked at me。 〃How's the cotton？〃 she asked。 It was the same question you heard over and over。
〃Pickin' well；〃 I said； as if I'd hauled in a ton。
It took Gran and my mother an hour to buy five pounds of flour； two pounds of sugar； two pounds of coffee； a bottle of vinegar； a pound of table salt； and two bars of soap。 The aisles were crowded with women more concerned with saying hello than with buying food。 They talked about their gardens and the weather and church the next day； and about who was definitely having a baby and who might be。 They prattled on about a funeral here； a revival there； an uping wedding。
Not one word about the Cardinals。
My only chore in town was to haul the groceries back to the truck。 When this was acplished； I was free to roam Main Street and its alleys without being supervised。 I moved with the languid foot traffic toward the north end of Black Oak； past the Co…op； past the drugstore and the hardware store and the Tea Shoppe。 Along the sidewalk； packs of people stood gossiping； with no intention of moving。 Telephones were scarce； and there were only a few televisions in the county； so Saturday was meant for catching up on the latest news and events。
I found my friend Dewayne Pinter trying to convince his mother that he should be free to roam。 Dewayne was a year older than I was but still in the second grade。 His father let him drive their tractor around the farm； and this elevated his status among all second graders at the Black Oak School。 The Pinters were Baptists and Cardinals fans； but for some unknown reason； Pappy still didn't like them。
〃Good afternoon； Luke；〃 Mrs。 Pinter said to me。
〃Hello； Mrs。 Pinter。〃
〃Where's your mother？〃 she asked； looking behind me。
〃I think she's still at the drugstore。 I'm not sure。〃
With that； Dewayne was able to tear himself away。 If I could be trusted to walk the streets alone； then so could he。 As we walked off； Mrs。 Pinter was still barking instructions。 We went to the Dixie； where the older kids were hanging out and waiting for four o'clock。 In my pocket I had a few coins…five cents for the matinee； five cents for a Coca…Cola； three cents for popcorn。 My mother had given me I he money as an advance against what I would earn picking cotton。 I was supposed to pay it back one day； but she and I both knew it would never happen。 If Pappy tried to collect it； he would have to step around Mom。
Evidently Dewayne had had a better week with the cotton than I had。 He had a pocket full of dimes and couldn't wait to show them off。 His family also rented land； and they owned twenty acres outright； a lot more than the Chandlers。
A freckle…faced girl named Brenda lingered near us； trying to start a conversation with Dewayne。 She'd told all of her friends that she wanted to marry him。 She was making his life unbearable by following him around at church； shadowing him every Saturday up and down Main Street； and always asking if he would sit by her at the movies。
Dewayne despised her。 When a pack of Mexicans walked by； we got lost in the middle of them。
A fight erupted behind the Co…op； a popular spot for the older boys to gather and trade punches。 It happened every Saturday； and nothing electrified Black Oak like a good fight。 The crowd pushed its way through a wide alley next to the Co…op； and in the rush I heard someone say； 〃I'll bet it's a Sisco。〃
My mother had warned me against watching fights behind the Co…op； but it wasn't a strict prohibition because I knew she wouldn't be there。 No proper female would dare to be caught watching a fight。 Dewayne and I snaked our way through the mob； anxious to see some violence。
The Siscos were dirt…poor sharecroppers who lived less than a mile from town。 They were always around on Saturday。 No one was sure how many kids were in the family； but they could all fight。 Their father was a drunk who beat them； and their mother had once whipped a fully armed deputy who was trying to arrest her husband。 Broke his arm and his nose。 The deputy left town in disgrace。 The oldest Sisco was in prison for killing a man in Jonesboro。
The Sisco kids didn't go to school or church； so I managed to avoid them。 Sure enough； when we got close and peeked through the spectators； there was Jerry Sisco punching a stranger in the face。
〃Who's that？〃 I asked Dewayne。 The crowd was yelling for each fighter to hurry up and maim the other。
〃Don't know；〃 Dewayne said。 〃Probably a hillbilly。〃
That made sense。 With the county full of hill people picking cotton； it was only logical that the Siscos would start a fight with someone who didn't know them。 The locals knew better。 The stranger's face was puffy； and there was blood dripping from his nose。 Jerry Sisco ripped a sharp right to his teeth and knocked the man down。
A whole gang of Siscos and their ilk were in one corner； laughing； and probably drinking。 They were shaggy and dirty with ragged clothes and only a few had shoes。 Their toughness was legendary。 They were lean and hungry and fought with every dirty trick in the hook。 The year before； Billy Sisco had almost killed a Mexican in a fight behind the gin。
On the other side of the makeshift arena was a group of hill people； all…yelling for their man…〃Doyle；〃 it turned out…to get up and do something。 Doyle was rubbing his chin when he jumped up and made a charge。 He managed to ram his head into Jerry Sisco's stomach； sending both of them to the ground。 This brought a cheer from the hill people。 The rest of us wanted to cheer； too； but we didn't want to upset the Siscos。 This was their game； and they'd e after anybody。
The two fighters clutched and clawed and rolled around in the dirt like wild animals； as the yelling got louder。 Doyle suddenly cocked his right hand and landed a perfect punch in the middle of Jerry Sisco's face； sending blood everywhere。 Jerry was still for a split second； and we were all secretly hoping that perhaps a Sisco had met his match。 Doyle was about to land another punch when Billy Sisco abruptly charged from the pack and kicked Doyle square in the back。 Doyle shrieked like a wounded dog and rolled to the ground； where both Siscos were immediately on him； kicking and pounding him。
Doyle was about to be slaughtered。 Though there was nothing fair about it； it was simply the risk you ran if you fought a Sisco。 The hill people were silent； and the locals watched without taking a step forward。
Then the two Siscos dragged Doyle to his feet； and with all the patience of an executioner； Jerry kicked him in the groin。 Doyle screamed and dropped to the ground。 The Siscos were delirious with laughter。
The Siscos were in the process of picking him up again when Mr。 Hank Spruill； he of the tree…trunk neck； stepped out from the crowd and hit Jerry hard； causing him to fall。 Quick as a cat； Billy Sisco threw a left jab that popped Hank in the jaw； but a curious thing happened。 The jab didn't phase Hank Spruill。 He turned around and grabbed Billy by his hair and without any apparent effort spun him around and flung him into the grouping of Siscos in the crowd。 From the strewn pack came a new Sisco； Bobby； aged no more than sixteen； but just as mean as his brothers。
Three Siscos against Hank Spruill。
As Jerry was getting to his feet； Hank； with unbelievable speed； kicked him in the ribs so hard that we heard cracking。 Then Hank turned and slapped Bobby with the back of his hand； knocking him down； and kicked him in the teeth。 By this time Billy was making another lunge； and Hank； like a circus strongman； lifted the much skinnier boy into the air and flipped him into the side of the Co…op； where he crashed loudly； rattling the boards and windows； before falling to the pavement on his head。 I couldn't have tossed a baseball any easier。
When Billy hit the ground； Hank took him by the throat and dragged him back into the center of the arena； where Bobby was on all fours； struggling to get to his feet。 Jerry was crumpled to one side； clutching his ribs and whimpering。
Hank kicked Bobby be