Foodchain

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Authors: Jeff Jacobson
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Frank got to his feet and mumbled along. It had been a while, and he couldn’t quite remember the words. “…with liberty, and justice for all.” Everybody sat back down. All talking stopped. The hollow sound of hard leather soles scraping ridged aluminum ceased. Nobody breathed.
    * * * * *
    Theo and Ernie walked into the ring, eyeballing each other. The gate closed behind them. They backed into opposite corners, Theo bouncing on the balls of his feet, Ernie rolling his head on his neck.
    Horace Sturm approached the ring, eyes cloaked in the shadow from his hat. Several silent moments crawled by, until finally the guy with the microphone held up a large bell and hit it with a hammer.
    Frank could only hear the rustling of the boys’ bare feet in the sawdust and their quick, shallow breathing as they slipped away from the gates and approached the center of the ring. Neither wore boxing gloves, just medical tape that bound their fingers into tight fists. They circled each other for a few seconds, bobbing and weaving, feinting and rolling their shoulders, sizing each other up. Ernie threw a half-hearted jab with his right, easily blocked by Theo.
    Pine shouted, “Knock his fuckin’ head in the dirt, boy!”
    Horace Sturm shot him a look. Pine got quiet.
    The two boys kept circling, throwing short, cautious jabs.
    Then Theo got impatient and went for it. He stepped in close, faking with his right, all the while lowering his left shoulder, preparing to bring his left fist up. Ernie saw it coming. Frank saw it coming. Everybody saw it coming. Ernie flicked in close, jabbed Theo in the nose. Surprised blood popped out of Theo’s nose. His head snapped back as his left uppercut went sailing up through empty air.
    Ernie hit Theo in the nose two more times before dancing away.
    Theo shook his head, spraying blood over the sawdust. Ernie came in from the side, cracked Theo in the left ear. Theo backpedaled, holding his taped fists up over his bleeding face. But Ernie stayed right with him, slamming his fists into Theo’s stomach, doubling the rich kid over.
    For the first time in his life, Theo panicked. And without thinking, he tried to kick Ernie in the balls.
    The room froze for a split second in a glacier of silence, then erupted in shouting and stomping. Ernie’s brothers leapt onto the gates and screamed up at the two men under the chalkboard. In response, the clowns jumped off their seats and climbed onto the gates that encircled the ring, shouting at the Glouck family. The rest of the crowd rose, as one, to their feet.
    But Ernie, after years of getting kicked and kneed in the crotch, was used to this trick, almost expecting it, blocked Theo’s clumsy kick easily. He retaliated by savagely punching Theo in the face. Theo stumbled back, desperately trying to block the relentless pounding. He hit the gates near his father and doubled over, protecting his head. Ernie didn’t let up; now he could take his time, gritting his teeth, slamming blow after blow down, cracking his taped knuckles across Theo’s skull.
    Horace Sturm never moved.
    Finally Theo crumpled and he fell, curled up, drawing his knees tight against his chest. Ernie rested for a moment, arms shivering, then started kicking Theo. He stopped just long enough to spit on Theo’s back.
    The clowns leapt over the gates, swarming Ernie. Instantly, the Glouck brothers flew over the gates and attacked the clowns. For a moment, chaos reigned inside the ring. Grunts, shouts, blows, and curses filled the room. Frank lost track of who was fighting whom. He glanced up, beyond the ring, at Horace Sturm.
    Slowly, calmly, Sturm pulled that six-shooter out of its holster and held it tight against his leg. And just as Frank realized that Sturm might just shoot somebody for the hell of it, a gunshot shattered the air and a blue cloud of gunpowder erupted from around Sturm, rolling through the ring like ground fog. The clowns and the Gloucks stopped fighting. Reluctantly.
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