Now, when I walk into town, the looks are different. No laughter, no assumptions, just quiet respect. I still haul hay, mend fences, and keep this ranch alive with my own hands, but I no longer feel the need to carry everything in silence. Strength isn’t about isolation; it’s about knowing when to ask for backup and trusting yourself enough to stand your ground. They can call me whatever they want, but I know the truth. I’m not a label, not a stereotype—I’m the one who keeps the land green, the cattle fed, and the ranch standing.
