Farmer John Sexton's big fist bulged tight around fifteen silver dollars -- a lethal weight that was sure to do the job. When Sexton hit him, Irv Stalcup went down with the blow like a poleaxed steer. "That does it", thought Sexton, as he quietly dropped the coins in his pocket. But, suddenly, the crowd gasped. Stalcup was getting up! Sexton watched in horror as Irv started to move forward. The man was built like a stud horse and had a disposition that was twice as mean. "My God", choked Sexton. "Now he's coming to kill me!"