I apologize for posting what may seems to be a gotcha. I just wanted to hear people’s views before posting the explanation.
As I said inter OP, there is a backstory to this.
On Saturday, the story was in the material I was using to teach an English class. When I started to teach it, I remembered that my father told me the story when I was maybe 12 years old or so. Perhaps as old as 15.
When I heard the story from my father, my thoughts where that the rich brother was clearly at fault. You can’t kill someone’s horse for that reason.
I still clearly remember this as if it happened yesterday. My father told me that I didn’t understand. Zeke should not have called the horses his. Period. End of the story.
Looking at this now as an adult, 45 years later, as someone with children that I’m trying to teach morals to, as well as helping them learn to navigate the world, I was just struck by how fucked up my father’s world was.
Were this some sort of quirk only in this particular story, it wouldn’t be as strange, but my father lived by this code. He lived in an absolute world of dire consequences for the most trivial sins.
I’ve shared before but the worst beating I ever got was because I gave him the wrong spoon for breakfast. The sort of beating that my mother worried could kill one of us.
There were these psychotic fits of rage to certain things. One of them was not being “humble” and in this case since Zeke didn’t actually own the other horses, saying they were his clearly was so wrong he deserved to have his horse killed.
After my father told me that, my mind actually shut down. Apparently that’s a common reaction in child who are being abused. I simply couldn’t process any further. I couldn’t think my father was wrong, I couldn’t even mentally disagree with him.
So, some 40 something years later, I ran across this story, as now finally I can complete the thoughts that my mind refused to form: that it was psychotic reasoning and my father was psychotic.