They Called Me Cowgirl Barbie Until They Learned Who Really Runs the Ranch
The truth came out slowly. A land development group had been scouting properties, using intimidation to pressure ranchers into selling. The note wasn’t about wrongdoing—it was about fear. Once we shared information and stood together, the shadow tactics collapsed. The trespassing stopped, the threats disappeared, and the west pasture stayed exactly where it belonged—under my care. What they thought was an easy target turned out to be someone rooted deeply, with a community willing to stand firm.Continue reading…
