Family Feud
By Soxs


We were assigned to mounted patrol on this beautiful spring day. Our 
steeds pranced as we rode through the city,insuring order to the masses. 
We were flagged down by a citizen who informed us of impending trouble 
in the outstretch part of town.  A scatter of homes were out there and 
being within the city limits, it was part of our patrol area.  We headed 
off on the ten minute ride and reached the location without being 
noticed. Pausing a distance away from the home in question, we held our 
position and watched. No laws being broken here...yet. A mother and 
daughter were at the entrance of the home,arguing loudly about the 
daughter's escapades of the evening before. The daughter appeared to be 
a teenager...about eighteen. The mother...about thirtyfive. Each was 
dressed in white day gowns, common for fair weather at home attire, and 
sandles. The arguing grew louder with arm waving and finger pointing as 
the two stood nose to nose. The mother shoved her daughter who shoved 
back, leading to a shoving match between the two that moved them to the 
front area of the property. The daughter stepped into a hard slap from 
her mother, which spun her around.  The mother latched onto her hair 
from behind, and began to pull her from side to side.  The daughter 
turned into her mother and hauled off with a hard right punch which 
thudded into her mother's stomach. The mother gasped out as she fell 
forward and landed on her knees. The daughter cocked back her right 
again and slammed her fist into her mother's cheek. A thwack echoed out 
as the mother went down. Without hesitation,the daughter leaped onto the 
prone woman and started a ground struggle that brought both women to a 
hairpulling,punching, wrestling match all over the front yard. They 
fought clasped together in a torrent of female fury that had both 
schreiking out with each punch and pull. They rolled now,first the 
mother,then the daughter on top. When in the top position the fighter 
slammed her fists into the foe's upper body area. The mother and 
daughter traded places on the bottom position as they fought across the 
grass. They locked their legs together in a squeezing mass of torture 
and wrestled in a furious way.  Their day gowns exposed most of their 
legs as they paid no attention to the rising garments.  The daughter 
rolled to her side and clamped a side headlock on her struggling mother. 
With her free hand, the daughter slammed her fist at her mother's face, 
bruising it in many places. The mother elbowed her way out and leaped 
onto her daughter, gouging at her face with her manacured hands.  The 
daughter screamed out as she fought back with all she could use.  
Punches,hair pulling,kicking and scratching erupted between the two 
battlers. They traded assault for assault as we watched from our vantage 
point.  They ripped their garments in the ground struggle,exposing their 
backs and shoulders in the ensuing battle. Each had now grown exhausted 
from the heavy fighting,and they slowed to a hair pulling,leg wrestle on 
the ground. We counted up the charges each would receive and waited for 
the fight to end. Might as well let them finish since each would be 
spending some time in a cell. We moved closer as they wrapped each other 
up in mutual bearhugs and squeezed the breath out of each other.  Their 
legs continued to wrestle in a slow,tight squeezing contest. As we 
approached the two, the daughter cried out her surrender.  They released 
each other to the surprise of us staring down at them from our mounts. 
Each sobbed now at the realization of being locked up for public 
fighting. I looked at my partner and he looked back and winked. Without 
saying a word, we slowly turned our mounts towards the city and rode 
slowly off. Ahh, just another day of routine patrol in my favorite city 
in the empire... Rome...15...BC.   The End.