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September 29, 2024
With a last look at the PunchDrunk ranch Barbara’s face breaks into a large grin. She can still remember the day she took her first steps onto the ranch. Her dust covered boots, worn from years of cattle wrangling at other ranches had left her a scar or two but she knew the PunchDrunk ranch would be different.
Her longtime friend, Marcy Lynn, had started this ranch and if there was one thing Barbara knew it was that you can count on Marcy. She planned on the PunchDrunk ranch being her last rodeo and now, years later, the sun rising behind her, she was thankful for every minute she spent on the ranch. The good times, the bad times, and everything in between.
Our Babs had met her share of cowpoke along her journey and didn’t usually have trouble gettin’ on, but there was something special about this ranch and it was hard to walk away. She reached out and touched the fencepost, the same fencepost she had helped build so many summers ago. Then behind her she heard the neigh of a horse. It was time to go. One last pat of the fence, feel the strength of its foundation, knowing what she had helped Marcy build would stand the test of time.
Her legacy would never fall. She took her hat off and waved it to the sky.
