MILD VIOLENCE WARNING

The son-of-a-bitch of the fields was pestering one of his younger brothers once more.

"Im tired of hearing this shit from you! You don't know how to follow not a damn thing I tell you..."

"You're an asshole you know that!" One of the more open minded brothers yelled back.

Filled with rage the o'l son-of-a-bitch pushed his brother down to the murky ground which was almost like hell with thrones from the freshly picked cotton and animal feces all scattered about.

The son-of-a-bitch pushed his brother into the nasty ground even more with his foot without a care in the world.

The young man screamed on the ground, the thrones ripping through his clothes and through his skin ever so softly and painfully. Oncr the son-of-a-bitch knew he had enough he walked over him with not a single bit of regret a tear or even a frown, just a smile that slowly covered his face in evil.

The young man finally got up trying to bear the pain. His back a terribly blistering bleeding mess with tiny little prickles was more than enough to pass out. The other brothers wanted to help him but knew their fate if they continued to not work.

The Oldest brother almost grown came to his rescue for he was not afraid of the o'l son-of-a-bitch of the fields. He took his younger brother to the near-by supply house to remove the thrones and clean him up.

The oldest brother had the intention to tell his father, but with what consequence?

It took some days before the oldest brother told his father about what happened and when he did that was when all hell was going to break loose.

Anyone who opposed the great Dane of the house would meet their fate.

He believed that a son and a daughter could be replaced just like a wife, even by the closest blood that tied his family together wasn't enough to stop him from shedding it anytime sooner.