I’m Called Cowgirl Barbie—They Don’t Know I Run Everything
I don’t usually get riled up about strangers, but today? I nearly snapped. It started at the feed store. I was picking up mineral blocks and fencing wire, wearing my usual—mud-caked boots, faded jeans, and a braid tucked under a beat-up ball cap. The guy at the counter gave me a look like I was…
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