Hello. Let me introduce myself. My name is Eric and I grew up on a ranch in the Arizona desert. Now you may be thinking I’m talking about the kind of ranch that’s a big, fancy spread with the wrought iron gates and manicured lawns, but I’m not. Despite the grazing cattle you often see on those places, they aren’t real ranches. They’re tax write offs for rich folks or some such thing.
Or you might be thinking of the kind of ranch where someone buys five or six acres of land, builds a house, maybe a small barn, and proudly puts up a sign at the end of the driveway proclaiming it to be Howling Coyote Ranch or Mountain Views Ranch.
But you’d be wrong. No, I’m talking about the kind of place where the cattle are skinny and mean (on account of too much cactus and not enough…
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