THEY THINK I’M JUST A “COWGIRL BARBIE”—BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH
I don’t usually let strangers get under my skin, but today? I came real close to losing my cool. It started at the feed store. I was picking up mineral blocks and fencing wire, wearing my usual: mud-caked boots, faded jeans, my long blonde braid tucked beneath a beat-up ball cap. The guy at the … Lire la suite
