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"Der aint nothin wrong with dat,"
said Haile Brown.

Mrs. Quincy's twin Vietnamese spotted ponies
had been shot
both dead
for trespassing on L. Ron Clark's property.

"They scared my sheep.
Chased em all over the place.
Aint gonna put up with none of that,"
said L. Ron Clark.

"Reckon she shoulda penned em up.
Cant spect no one to tol-rate that sorta nonsense,"
said Haile Brown.

Mrs. Quincy had a different view.

"I put up plenty of times
with them rotten sheep of his
grazing in my pasture.
You don't see me shooting them down."

Haile Brown worked as a ranch hand
for L. Ron Clark.

"So naturally his views would be tainted,"
said Mrs. Quincy.

"Views don't make no difference here,"
said L. Ron Clark.
"The facts is all layed out clear.
Them donkeys was trespassing.
Causing a ruckus among my flock.
I had just cause to shoot them."

Growing red in the face,
about ready to raise a donnybrook,
Mrs. Quincy replied:
"Shame on you! L. Ron Clark!
An experienced rancher of your sort
could have easier than not lassoed them ponies
and take them off
than load that gun
and aim and kill
them innocent creatures of God."

"I reckon Ma'am,
Mr. Clark done what he feel nec-sary,"
said Haile Brown.

"I reckon Mr. Brown!
that Mr. Clark! hasn't the character to do what's right,"
said Mrs. Quincy.
"And you're just an ignorant fool
who wouldn't know right from wrong
if it fell on your big toe."

Haile Brown sunk down
into his collar
ashamed to be put down 
in such a way
by such a woman.

L. Ron Clark's mouth 
fell open,
ready to respond...

but the sound of the gavel
put an end to it.

The Judge said,
"I've heard enough
from all of you. 
I'll leave to my chamber
and come back with a decicion.
Until then,
try and be civil."

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