On The Wagon
On the ranch, this has nothing to do with drinking booze and everything to do with branding calves.
On the ranch, this has nothing to do with drinking booze and everything to do with branding calves.
When alone at cow camp, every distant rumble sounds like a truck engine bringing my cowboy back home.
You won’t believe some of my responses to FAQs about being a desolate ranch wife.
Washing the kids by flashlight caused a Mom Meltdown, but I’m better now. Mostly.