ARTHUR
They was a gang of 'em. A true gang. My mistake: shortenin' my way home on an unfamiliar street. Well, they set right upon me. For whatever reason, they seen me and think I was low fruit. No, suh. Was no such a thing. I commence to swingin'. The resonance of every blow again' 'em a reminder of the family I would never again see if'n they prevailed.…

