We got some skunks of that same stripe here in the Black Hills now. They buy a "ranchette" of 6 acres, put 4 horses on it, and suddenly think they are self appointed Open Range Regulators! They saw too many bad westerns, think that this is the wild west and that bad-ass is a western value.
If they drew a deep breath and took a minute to see how life is out here, they would quickly learn that the predominant attitude in the locals is "good-ass". We bale the neighbor's hay and stack it because he has to be at the hospital beside his wife during a difficult labor, we help brand and nut his stock because he did it with us last year, and we drop what we had planned when we find out he is working that stretch of fence that we both share because, dang it, we BOTH share that fence, and nobody remembers who paid for the posts or the wire in any case. (Well, we really do, but it is a commonly held falsehood that we "forgot".)
I suspect this guy's neighbors will put up with only so much before he finds life just a little too tough and he leaves. In the meanwhile, he has to look at his own sour face every morning. Not that your phiz is all that dang sexy, but it least it wears a stupid grin better than half the time, and that makes it bearable for the rest of us. Anyway, his crappy rock all has frost fractures and crusty inclusions shot all thru it.