Suddenly, a man runs in to the bar and announces that Scratchy Wilson is drunk again. The Barkeeper locks the doors and the men inside start to worry. They worry because Jack, the town marshal, lacks a presence. As the Town Marshal, everyone knows Jack as the "guy that takes care of Scratchy Wilson". So, Scratchy starts walking around the streets of Yellow Sky, drunk, and carrying a pistol.
The monotony of our lives is practically stifling. And I certainly didn’t need any more problems after the mess you’d made of it.” Evan just remained silent, his compunction unabashed. The old man at the bar suddenly began coughing which worked well at breaking up the awkward moment between Evan and Angela. The old man’s hack quickly escalated into a gag where he brought up what sounded like a decent amount of phlegm, which he then deposited into a handkerchief. Evan glanced at him briefly, and then shifted his eyes back to Angela.
The trio went to hold up a liquor store to get drinks, but didn't have enough to pay. The two men demand to get drinks on credit and a shootout ensued, leaving Jefferson panicked in the aftermath. He grabs the money behind the counter, takes a drink and begins to run when two white men walk into the store. Of course, a young black man going to trial after the Civil War until the end of Jim Crow is bound to be unfairly and unjustly sentenced. Black men, even today are sometimes treated as guilty until proven otherwise.
'Then this kid walks into the bar, I don't see him first, but my dream sees him or maybe I just remember it afterwards. He's just a skinny kid, wired up though, real angry looking, and in his hand he is carrying a bucket full of petrol. It sloshes about as he pushes through the crowd. 'I look up to see him standing in front of me just as he throws this bucket of petrol in my face. Next thing I'm standing in a crowd of one as everybody backs away, except the kid who is grinning at me, and I am soaked in petrol.
As I took in his gaunt frame, his tattered red t-shirt, and the holes in his great sweats, it dawned on me that before me stood a homeless man. Reaching my table, he asked if he could sit down with me but I declined. I wasn't in the mood to talk to him, and so mumbling a poor excuse and an apology that was probably a few octaves below any decipherable level, and not particularly caring whether the man heard me or not, I got up and walked away. The man called out after me, assuring me that he didn't want money, but rather only someone to talk to. I was rattled by his persistence, and pretending I didn't hear him I quickly walked away, my heart pounding in my chest.
Someone shouted. A few men were starting into the street. The cop was standing now and looking down at Clifton as though surprised, the gun in his hand” (Ellison 436). After Clifton was shot, the narrator wanted to help his friend out; however, he was not allowed to do so which affected him. Not only was this scene brutal for anyone to see, but watching someone you knew die in front of you is even worse.
Without hesitation, Tim threw the first punch and Jerry, stumbling backward, tripped and fell to the ground. The crowd of kids roared and Tim shook hands with some of his buddies. While no one was looking, Jerry sprung up and dealt a hard blow to the back of Tim’s head with the trucks of his skateboard. T... ... middle of paper ... ...minance. If you will recall, in the beginning of this report I stated that a teacher was calling out to some young men, “There’s no fire!” However, in reality there is a fire, and this fire takes the form of the pressure on young males to be violent members of our species.
Epilogue “And they never even thanked us, either.” Steve said, finishing Sky's story. They were in another tavern telling their tale. It took a moment before the drunk people to realize that the story was over, and began talking rapidly and asking Steve and Sky about what happened. Just as Sky was about to show the crowd the scars on his palms, someone ran into the tavern with a look of panic on his face. “Wither!” He screamed loudly.
After Bob finished sleeping with Lynda, he headed downstairs to fetch the beers Lynda requested. As he did so he heard a strange noise coming from the door. Curious, he made his way over to the door to find that there was nothing there. Figuring it was just Lynda messing with him, he opens up the cabin doors and calls Lynda an “asshole”. Failing to find Lynda, he decided to check another but little did he know that Myers happened to be hiding amongst those doors.
As they beat him, he hollers out, telling them he has no urge to live in this filthy, corrupt world anyway, so they might as well do him in. They leave him there, bloodied and puking, moving on to the next adventure of the night. In a nearby wear-house, a rival gang is assaulting a young lady. The wear-house is large and filled with miscellaneous debris and stored items covered with cloth. On the stage at one end, drama takes place, but it is no play.