In the village I grew up, in a forested and mountainous area of western Europe, there were a pair of farmers who lived quite apart from the main part of the tow

In the village I grew up, in a forested and mountainous area of western Europe, there were a pair of farmers who lived quite apart from the main part of the town. They were house-to-house neighbors, and were the only humans who lived in several km around. One of them had a vegetable garden as secondary means of sustenance, while the other had a herd of goats. A single month would not go by without the people of the town talking about their last argument, sometimes involving gunshots, maybe a dead goat and, in the right time of the year, viciously defended mushrooms. I regret not knowing what finally happened to them, but the point is that little towns will be little towns, everywhere. When the only human contact you have is the neighbor you don't get along with, and you are not precisely in the top percentile of cultural and social graces, the results are consistent in every small town I have ever seen.