The crazy thing about this is how their feud seemingly went forgotten in such a small time.

Smiths and Brown were sworn enemies. And it took only a little mishap. When you’re a farmer it takes only a small fight over borders and missing fruits from a nearby orchard to start fighting.

At first only the patriarchs, Brian Smith and Matt Brown. Then their wives, and sons. Even kids were seen, during the hot summers searing the harsh soil, pulling their hairs over a bunch of grapes growing near the fence.

But they never resorted to that kind of violence. No bullets, no knives: just spites, slaps and screams. Until even Brian and Matt forgot what was the mishap starting the enmities between their families.

And they once were good friends, the closest buddies in the town.

One day, they regained their closeness again. No more fights, no more yells. Lying toghether as lion and sheep.

Even their sons must admit it: they’re the most peaceful corpses in the cemetery.

And that’s all I have to say about THAT !