What are we talking about here? he asked. Some kind of new law? A new rule for the house? he lit a cigarette, took a drink from a Styrofoam cup with stick figures drawn on it. Here’s the deal. You want something new? he poked him in the shoulder with his right forefinger. I’m in charge. I’m the commander and chief, he told him. Time for new blood. Out with the old. And in with me, five men circled around the two.

Look, the ranch hand told him. You want the reigns? You wanna be in charge? he spit on the dirt floor. You gotta take it. I’m not giving it up. Savvy? Get it? the young cowboy looked at him.

This is a strange place, the old geezer said. Oklahoma is a weird state. Missouri is crazy too. And here we are right on the border where really bizarre things happen. It’s where weird meets crazy, he took a swig of cold coffee. I know these parts. Been around a long time. I know the ropes, the circle of men got smaller. You kids are just passing through on your way somewhere. Maybe onto California or Idaho. Not really sure. But I know you won’t be here come winter time, he said. Me? I’ll be here long after you’re gone. This coup attempt is about to come to a close, the old man put up his dukes. New blood? I’m the old and the new. I am the light. I’m alpha and omega kid, the circle got tighter. Boys, give us some room, the old man said. But the circle of men wouldn’t budge. I said give us some room.

Look old man, the punk said. You’re not in charge of anything. I’ve had enough of you. Men. I say crucify him. Nail him to the cross, he walked away.

Stones were thrown at him. A bull whip was used on his back. They beat him till he was on his knees, begging for the world. A crown of sticks and weeds was placed on his head as they carried the old man out to the barn yard. Laughing at him. Calling him names. Mocking him. A death sentence was carried out.

And as the sun went down, the old man looked to the heavens and said, Father. Why have you forsaken me?