I’m going to take Twitter and Instagram off my phone. There, I just did it. That didn’t hurt quite as much as I thought it would.
Part of our routine is to handle the horses’ feet every day leading up to the visit. If we do our job right, he cusses less than he did during the previous visit.
What if I had a horse truck, like they did in the not-so-distant past? I had seen the loading ramps at different Forest Service cabins in the mountains, where truckloads of hardy pack animals had descended from the back of two ton grain trucks and pickup beds. What if, instead of having to worry about tipping my big gooseneck rig off the side of a mountain road, I could simply squeak around the tight corners in style?
Dissension in the ranks was not an uncommon thing for Cole. From the teachers he’d resented as a youth, the ones that couldn’t “do,” so they taught, to the glad-handing colleagues he’d hated outright as a young executive, champion do-gooders with poorly-cloaked ulterior motives, there had never been much time in Cole’s life for things […]