Cowboy Therapy by Hunter Frost
Many thanks and hugs to Vanessa, Anna, and Mia.
“Oh, it’s perfect, Jude.”
Liz turned off the ignition of her Hyundai and I watched her take in the bustling ranch in front of us. My eyes followed hers—children, horses, and cowboys milled about in droves; the small clusters of kids and adults joking and smiling while they went about their tasks. Ranch hands cheered and hollered, patting the young ones heartily on their backs after the tikes had successfully completed a chore. Laughter and whinnies punctuated the rustling of leaves on the trees and…heaven help me, it was all so f*****g quaint I could vomit.
I pulled myself from the car, grimacing, my ass bruised and my muscles sore. Liz and I had bumped and jostled our way down the uneven dirt road toward A
