"'Stop! Calm down!' Louise’s attention snapped back to the situation at hand, Mark’s voice now having taken on the tone of a plea. His hands were flailing to no effect as the tangle of men displayed their brawn. Neighbors had begun to step out of their homes and into their yards.

All at once, the cool evening air leaned torrid as the first fist landed with a blunt thud on human flesh. Two men plunged to the ground, their bodies locked in a grapple of power, the others caught up in a mass of bodies that had begun drifting toward the store."

—Brenda K. Mossman, Yet, Here We Are