In Glanton's party, there were two men sharing the same name, John Jackson, one African American, the other white. As can be expected them two were at odds with each other throughout the point where they met and the close proximity to each other did not help the conflict as sparks flew as they lashed out at each other, with words and fists. Eventually someone reckoned that a death or something very like it would occur soon. Their words proved true...
"They camped that night on the foreplain at the foot of a talus slope...into the flames where his life had gone." Pg. 111-112
This section of this chapter is interesting as it shows a conflict between races, black vs. white as two men who share the exact same name are as far apart as humanly can be. Once the gang camped at the base of a slope, two fires were made. Anybody could go to any fire they wanted. The white Jackson was sitting by himself at one and the black Jackson came up and sat down at the same one. Now it was just them two as everyone else was at the other fire. The white Jackson immediatly got all riled up and objected fiercely to him sitting there. He got so angry that he threatened to shoot him. The black Jackson simply got up, asked if it was his finaly decision and once he had an answer, promptly chopped the other Jacksons head off with a knife. Not only this, McCarthy isn't anywhere near done as he continues to describe the bloody scene after Jackson died as we the readers experience every gory detail. This shows the blunt realism of McCarthy's writing style as he describes the blood in his neck "bubbling gently like a stew."
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