Scumbags! you are both cowards and despicables,” he continued, spreading his hand over the crowd’s head, “but I will avenge that death by being less wretched than you because you are not worthy of the sword.” of aristocrats. So step back, you scumbags! And rain, and rain would have ravaged your vineyards, overturning your crops by raining down on your fields as many days as your men killed just one. It was unjustifiable for this murder to go unpunished, he pulled from his belt a large pistol and fired it at the crowd without aim. He said Surrender to God! With the sound of gunfire, bullets hissed and one of the men who had shoved the young man into the water let out a groan, put his hand on his chest, staggered, and collapsed dead.