True. I wholeheartedly agree. 🙂
“I can tell you’re a cowgirl by your boots.”
“Oh?” I looked down at my forgotten-brand-name work boots. They were slathered with a fresh coat of wet mud. The bottom half of my Gore-Tex gaiters were also filthy, with splatters of mud running all the way up to my knees where the gaiters ended. I wear those to protect the legs of my jeans from becoming irreparably stained by the mud and general ranch-life abuse.
She continued, “I’m such a town-girl. I lease Griffin so I can ride him twice a week, but I don’t get involved with the chores out here. I would have tried very hard to find a way around the mud to put that horse out in the round corral. You just walked right through it. ”
I looked at Kathy’s boots and smiled. Her riding boots were frighteningly clean for someone who was standing in…
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