"The Battler"

He came up the track toward the fire carefully. It was off to one side of the track, below the railway embankment. He had only seen the light from it. The track came out through a cut and where the fire was burning the country opened out and fell away into woods. Nick dropped carefully down the embankment and cut into the woods to come up to the fire through the trees. It was a beechwood forest and the fallen beechnut burrs were under his shoes as he walked between the trees. The fire was bright now, just at the edge of the trees. There was a man sitting by it. Nick waited behind the tree and watched. The man looked to be alone. He was sitting there with his head in his hands looking at the fire. Nick stepped out and walked into the firelight.

The man sat there looking into the fire. When Nick stopped quite close to him he did not move.
"Hello!" Nick said.
The man looked up.
"Where did you get the shiner?" he said.
"A brakeman busted me."
"Off the through freight?"
"Yes."
"I saw the bastard," the man said. "he went through here ´bout and hour and a half ago. He was walking along the top of the cars slapping his arms and singing."
"The bastard!"
"It must have made him feel good to bust you," the man said seriously.
"I´ll bust him."
"Get him with a rock sometime when he´s going through," the man advised.
"I´ll get him."
"You´re a tough one, aren´t you?"
"No," Nick answered.

- Ernest Hemingway