Another man was coming up from the jakes and they met halfway on the narrow planks. The man before him swayed slightly. His wet hatbrim fell to his shoulders save in the front where it was pinned back. He held a bottle loosely in one hand. You better get out of my way, he said.
The kid wasnt going to do that and he saw no use discussing it. He kicked the man in the jaw. The man went down and got up again. He said: I'm goin to kill you.
-- Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
