THEY THINK I’M JUST A “COWGIRL BARBIE”—BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH
I don’t usually get riled up over strangers, but the guy at the feed store nearly pushed me over the edge. He laughed when I said I was buying fencing wire and mineral blocks—then asked if my “husband” would be loading the truck. I told him my husband left five years ago, and the cows…
