[Going over to him
threateningly]. Youre no true American man, to insult a woman
like that.
BLANCO. A woman! Oh Lord! You saw me on a horse, did you?
FEEMY. Yes I did.
BLANCO. Got up early on purpose to do it, didn't you?
FEEMY. No I didn't: I stayed up late on a spree.
BLANCO. I was on a horse, was I?
FEEMY. Yes you were; and if you deny it youre a liar.
BLANCO [to Strapper] She saw a man on a horse when she was too
drunk to tell which was the man and which was the horse--
FEEMY [breaking in] You lie. I wasn't drunk--at least not as drunk
as that.
BLANCO [ignoring the interruption]--and you found a man without a
horse. Is a man on a horse the same as a man on foot? Yah! Take
your witness away. Who's going to believe her? Shove her into the
dustbin. Youve got to find that horse before you get a rope round
my neck. [He turns away from her contemptuously, and sits at the
table with his back to the jury box].
FEEMY [following him] I'll hang you, you dirty horse-thief; or
not a man in this camp will ever get a word or a look from me
again. Youre just trash: thats what you are. White trash.
BLANCO. And what are you, darling? What are you? Youre a worse
danger to a town like this than ten horse-thieves.
FEEMY. Mr Kemp: will you stand by and hear me insulted in that
low way? [To Blanco, spitefully] I'll see you swung up and I'll
see you cut down: I'll see you high and I'll see you low, as
dangerous as I am.
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