THEY THINK I AM JUST A COWGIRL BARBIE, BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH
I don’t usually let things get under my skin, but today? I nearly lost it. It started at the feed store. I was there picking up mineral blocks and fencing wire, dressed in my usual gear—mud-stained boots, faded jeans, and my long blonde braid tucked under an old baseball cap. The guy behind the counter…