THEY THINK I’M JUST A “COWGIRL BARBIE”—BUT I RUN THIS WHOLE DAMN RANCH
I wasn’t supposed to lose my cool, but today I almost did. At the feed store, the clerk looked at me like I didn’t belong and asked if my husband would load the truck. I run 240 acres alone—birthing calves, fixing fences, hauling hay—but people still underestimate me because I’m a woman.
When I got home, I found a threatening note on my barn door: “I know what you did with the west pasture.” That pasture was my pride and joy—I spent a year fixing it after my ex left it damaged. Someone was trying to intimidate me and make me doubt myself.
I asked my neighbor Roy if he knew anything, but he denied it. Soon, we found fresh footprints near the barn and signs someone tried…
