Things had gotten heated in Appleloosa when his cousin Applejack had come with Bloomberg, only for the tree to be taken by the buffalos. Really heated. However, they had managed to come to a compromise in the end. So all was well for Braeburn, right?

But the next morning, the trail in the orchard was gone and every tree was standing. Worse yet, nopony in town wanted to hear a thing he had to say as soon as he mentioned the buffalos.

The Battle of Appleloosa was still lurking over the horizon.

Again.

And again.

And again and again and again...