I know that in the house of God the minister held up my family to the scorn of the people.
And I vowed to do my duty to my house." The old man's passion had risen to such a height that for a moment Billy Jack quailed before it.

In the pause that followed the old man's outburst the mother came to her son.
"Hush, William John! You are not to forget yourself, nor your duty to your father and to me.

Thomas will receive full justice in this matter." There was a quiet strength and dignity in her manner that commanded immediate attention from both men.
The mother went on in a low, even voice, "Your father has his duty to perform, and you must not take upon yourself to interfere." Billy Jack could hardly believe his ears.

That his mother should desert him, and should support what he knew she felt to be injustice and tyranny, was more than he could understand.

No less perplexed was her husband.
As they stood there looking at each other, uncertain as to the next step, there came a knock at the back door.