After the US Civil War, carpetbaggers from the North descended on the South like Christians invading Infidels during the Holy Crusades. It was all about plunder, wealth and power. Instead of swords and arrows, the carpetbaggers brought rigged laws and bogus tax assessments and cheated the defeated southerners out of pretty much the only thing they had left their land.
With the might of corrupt law enforcement behind them, the carpetbaggers encountered much frustration but little real opposition. One story, possibly apocryphal, was told about a particularly egregious little weasel named OGrady who roamed the hill country of the Virginias duping hillbillies out of what he was sure was valuable coal land.
OGrady was oily and duplicitous and had more tricks for cheating a man out of his land than street hustlers have for shaking spare change out of tourists in New York City. Sometimes hed pretend to be their friend and front them the tax money they didnt have, only to foreclose a short time later. Sometimes hed tell them bold lies of future riches and get them to "partner" with him. The terms of partnership were all in OGradys favour and soon enough hed own the land outright.
His favourite ruse though was to insult the landowner, to needle the man to the point where hed haul off in frustration and smite the scoundrel a mighty blow. Of course, he always managed to have a bought and paid for sheriffs deputy nearby to witness this violent assault, arrest the assailant and let the wheels of justice do the rest of the work for him.
On the last day of OGradys life, he was angling for one of the prettiest patches of hill country hed ever seen. The semi-literate man who owned it traced his claim back several generations to a pioneering grandpappy. He was tall and lanky and, like all remote hill people, suspicious of strangers and taciturn in their presence. Hed sold off enough timber and tobacco to have the cash to pay the newfangled tax bill and hed turned down an offer to partner with OGrady.
So OGrady was deep into insulting the close-mouthed man when his life came to an end. Hed run down his land, calling it worthless, and hed thoroughly demeaned the ramshackle house the man and his family called home. Hed called his wife ugly, his children stupid and suggested his mother may not have enjoyed the blessings of a sanctified marriage. The landowner had sat stonefaced through OGradys tirade, calmly smoking a corncob pipe and ignoring the increasingly frustrated little man.
So the sheriffs deputy, lurking behind nearby bushes, was particularly surprised when he saw the man jump to his feet, pick up a nearby axe and sink the blade several inches into OGradys skull, killing him instantly and nearly taking his head clean off.