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    For the life of me I couldn’t figure out what the big deal was.  Mama had been in several fights that I knew of and when they ended, they just ended.  Why was this one the exception, I wondered?  Uncle Benny, Aunt Bonny, Fred, Ethel, Lucy and little Ricky would probably just go back to New Jersey and that should be the end of it.  They ain’t from here so why such a fuss.  Well, while Mama was yakkin’, Daddy told me that Aunt Bonny had a little “uneducated white trash” in HER, too.  It turns out that Aunt Bonny was a Biggs before she married Uncle Benny.  They met after Uncle Benny moved to New Jersey so it was a while before folks caught on to what bunch of Biggs she belonged to.  Her Daddy was ol’ Carlton Biggs from Okaluka and his second wife was Juanita Rae Fiveacre from up on Goat Run, which is just about nine mile outside of town.  There is a whole slew of Fiveacres, but Juanita Rae Fiveacre was Johnny Ray Fiveacre’s oldest sister and Johnny Ray had stole a bunch of cows and spent time in prison.  And whose cows were they?  J.B. Hannon’s, the owner and proprietor of Hannon’s General Store before it burnt to the ground.
    Under ordinary conditions, that would have made Johnny Ray pretty much a hero around our house but there was a twist.  Johnny Ray had claimed that Clyde Pope, Mama’s Daddy, had paid him to steal the cows and took them over to West and ran them through the sale barn.  Papa Pope was not under any circumstances involved in the cattle rustling but still spent six months in jail waiting on the trial.  Ended up, that Papa Pope had to sell his property to get enough money to hire an attorney from out of town.  He won his case, but it had taken everything the family owned to prove it.  Nobody ever spoke of this because just a year or so later, Papa Pope died.  So you see, Aunt Bonny’s step uncle killed my Granddaddy.
    The average person might think that Aunt Bonny was innocent of all the stunts her Daddy’s second wife’s brother did, but it doesn’t work that way down here.  Blood is thicker than water and kinfolk is kinfolk especially when you don’t want to claim them.  So kicking Aunt Bonny’s butt had greater meaning than getting even for being called white trash.  It was the third shot in what was known in our family as the “Fiveacre Cattle War.”  I had heard the term “Fiveacre Cattle War” before, but I had never questioned what it was.  I just thought it was history and I stayed away from it because it would be like homework or something.
    Aunt Ida was Mama’s main information officer.  She repeated every word anybody had ever told her.  She was a great source of second and third hand information.  And to top it off, she was from Goat Run and grew up around the Biggs and Fiveacre bunch.
    After Bonanza, I watched about half of some old movie then Daddy decided it wasn’t for kids and made me go to my room.  Mama was still on the phone.
    I was sitting on my bed reading a magazine when I heard a thump on my window.  Woody was outside looking in and almost scared me to death.  I went over to the window, opened it up and Woody crawled through.
    “I tried to call you but Mama was on the phone all night,” Woody half whispered.
   “Woody, you should have been over at Mama Pope’s today.  Mama got in another fight and beat up Aunt Bonny from New Jersey.  Then Mama Pope broke up the family.  Told us we were disbanded or something.”
    “You’re not telling me nothing.  It’s all over town.  Mama has called everybody she knows.  But did you know there’s a big ol’ Lincoln and a Sheriff’s car over at Mama Pope’s?”
    “Naw, they can’t be!  That’s Uncle Benny’s Lincoln.  Mama Pope made everybody leave.” I said in amazement.  “She disbanded us…how do you know who’s there anyway?”
    “Me and Daddy just caught a ride back from the store.  I ran straight over here to tell you.  How come you ain’t got a shirt on?”
    I turned and showed Woody my blistered back.  It was actually feeling better now.
    “Shoot, I’ve had worse places in my eye than that!” Woody always had to one up me.
    “Nuh-unh,” I muttered.  That was the best I could do.  “It was y’alls fault.”
    “Whose fault?  Wudn’t none of mine!” Woody started to get defensive.
    About that time we heard Mama scream bloody murder.  Apparently Aunt Ida had told her the news about the Sheriff.  Me and Woody ran into the kitchen to see what was going on.  Mama was off the phone and pacing back and forth like a tiger in the zoo.
    “Coy, I don’t like this one bit! There’s something going on over there and I got a bad feeling about it.  That Bonny is up to no good, I just know it.” Mama said.  She kinda acted like she wanted to cry.
    “I’ll bet the Sheriff’s arresting that ol’ Bonny right now!” Woody blurted out in his excitement.
    “Shut up Woody!  Where’d you come from anyway?  Coy, Jr., y’all go to your room.” Daddy said, as he walked along side Mama, patting her on the back trying to get her to calm down.
     Me and Woody went back to my room and listened to some records, stopping every couple of minutes or so to see if we could hear any new developments in the situation.  We never heard anything but Mama and Daddy talking and the phone ringing.
    “Hey Coy?  Can I spend the night?”
    “Are you crazy?  Do you think I’m gonna to go out there and ask Mama if you can stay?”
    “How’s about I just stay till they run me off?” Woody walked over to the window and opened it.  He hung half of his body out and lit up a cigarette.
    “Wanna go fishing tomorrow?” I asked.  “The bream are still beddin’ up out at the pond.  We could get up early and catch a ride with your Daddy when he goes to work.”
    “Awright.  You got an extra pole?  Mine got broke.  Wait a minute, Daddy didn’t get the car fixed.  He’s gonna ride with some fellow from down at the plant.”
    “Well maybe they can give us a ride anyhow.  I still got some crickets in the carport, I think.  Let’s go check”
    I took my flashlight from under the bed, Woody flicked his cigarette into the bushes and we crawled out the window to go see about the bait.  We walked into the carport and just as I shined the light on the shelf where the cricket cage was setting, a car pulled up into the driveway.  It was the Sheriff’s car!
    “What’s he want I wonder?” I whispered to Woody.
    “DUCK!”  Woody hit the ground like somebody had thrown a grenade.
    Me and Woody alligator-crawled out of the carport and hid behind Daddy’s truck. We watched as a deputy got out of the car and walked up to the front door.  He knocked a couple of times and then Daddy opened the door.  We couldn’t make out what was being said, but he went on in and shut the door behind him.
    “Crap!  I wish we wuz in there so we could hear what’s going on.” Woody was truly disappointed and I was truly scared.  Nothing in my memory had ever developed into something this serious.  We ran around back and climbed through the open bedroom window.  Opening my bedroom door just a crack, we could see the deputy starting to leave.
    “Now Mrs. Povine, I want you to stay around for the next few days.  You can go to work or whatever, but don’t leave town.  I’m sure this will blow over, folks will come to their senses and everything will get worked out.  These things usually just go away.”
    “Thank you.”  Daddy said as he closed the door behind the deputy.
    “Thank you?  That man wants to arrest me and you say THANK YOU?”  Mama had her hands on her hips and was looking Daddy straight in the eye.  She looked like she was crying a little.
    “Well Ruby, I don’t think HE has anything to do with this.  If you would try to control your temper once in a while, none of this would be happening, now would it?”  Daddy was stepping off into uncharted territory.  Nobody ever said things like that to Mama.   But she just looked at him, then dropped her head.
    Me and Woody slipped back into my bedroom and closed the door.
    “Ahhh-wooo!  They gonna arrest your Mama!”
    I fell back onto my bed and stared at the ceiling.  I didn’t even think about my blistered back.  Woody got my sleeping bag out of the closet and rolled it out on the floor.  His follow through made it look like he was shooting dice.
    “What you gonna do, Coy, Jr.?”
    “I guess we’re gonna go to bed and get up and go fishing in the morning.  You heard the deputy.  These things usually blow over.”  I never took my eyes off the ceiling.  Woody went over and turned off the light, then laid down on the sleeping bag.  I lay there in the dark, listening to the buzz of a mosquito and thinking of all the bad things that could happen.
    “Coy, Jr.?  All them crickets wuz dead.  Whut we gonna use for bait?”