Ransie Bilbro took a small bag from his pocket. Out of it he shook a five dollar bill upon the table. «Sold a bearskin and two foxes for that,» he said. «It is all the money we have got.» «The regular price of a divorce in this Court,» said the Justice, «is five dollars.» He put the bill into the pocket of his coat. He acted as if money meant little to him. Then, with much effort, he slowly wrote the divorce decree on a sheet of paper. He copied it on another. He read it aloud. The Justice was about to give a copy of the paper to Ransie. «Judge,» said Ariela, «do not give him that paper yet. It is not all settled. I have to have my rights first. I have to have my alimony. It is no kind of a way for a man to divorce his wife without her having any money. I am aiming to go to my brother Ed’s up on Hogback Mountain. I am aiming to have a pair of shoes and some other things. If Ranse has money enough to get a divorce, let him pay me alimony.» The woman’s feet were bare. The trail to Hogback Mountain was rough. «Ariela Bilbro,» the Justice asked, «how much do you expect for alimony in the case before this Court?» «I am expecting,» she answered, «for the shoes and all — say five dollars. That is not much, but I reckon it will get me up to brother Ed’s.» «The amount,» said the Justice, «is not unreasonable. Ransie Bilbro, you are ordered by this Court to pay the amount of five dollars before the decree of divorce is issued.» «I have no more money,» breathed Ransie, heavily. «I done paid you all I had.» «Otherwise,» said the Justice, looking severely over his glasses, «you are in contempt of Court.» «I reckon if you give me until tomorrow,» Ransie pleaded, «I might be able to find it somewhere.» «Till tomorrow then,» said the Justice. Ransie and Ariela climbed back into the cart. The bull slowly pulled them down the road.