You stole my pig! – The Regrets of Cyrus Dodd
Before the morning was out Virgil came tearing down the road with his face puffed up and red as a fire engine. “You stole my pig!” he screamed and jumped down before his horse had come to a full halt.
“I didn’t steal nothing,” Cyrus said. Remembering Ruth’s warning he added, “But I’m willing to let you have the pig, so long as you’re willing to admit it was mine to start with.”
“I ain’t gonna say any such thing!” Virgil shouted. “You come to our place yesterday looking for your lost pig and when you didn’t find it, you came back and stole one of mine; that’s the truth of it!”
Watching from behind the kitchen curtain, Ruth could see Cyrus growing hot under the collar. Knowing such an argument could only lead to trouble, she stepped out onto the porch and called to Cyrus.
“Cyrus,” she called, “Why don’t you just go ahead and give Virgil his pig?”
Cyrus whirled around with fire in his eyes. “It’s NOT his pig!” he screamed, “Now get back in the house!”
At that point things went from bad to worse. Virgil Jackson claimed he’d burn in hell before he’d say the pig rightfully belonged to Cyrus and Cyrus retaliated by saying Virgil would then have to burn in hell because that was the only way he was getting the pig.
Virgil threw the first punch and Cyrus came back at him with both fists swinging. That’s when Ruth stepped out onto the porch again. This time she had a shotgun. She fired a warning shot in the air and said if they didn’t back away from one another the next shot would be aimed at them. She didn’t mention which of them would be the target.
Virgil climbed back on his horse and rode off but Ruth knew that wasn’t the end of it. Virgil Jackson wasn’t the type of man to forgive or forget.