She clawed and scratched at the strong man until finally her finger caught the corner of his eye, and he shouted for her to stop fighting. The cigarette flew from his mouth and fell to the ground. The brittle straw ignited into flames, and in an instant the barn began to fill with smoke.
Then the young girl turned and grabbed the pitchfork from the wall and swung wildly around hoping to hit the man. Dawn stood with the pitchfork, her eyes trying to focus through the smoke-filled barn. Horses were running and dust was mixing with smoke.