Pitt
Mornings at the ranch never failed to amaze me. Pinks, yellows, purples, and blues mixed with the snowy white mountain peaks of the Rockies that surrounded our land; that’s the view that greeted my eyes each sunrise.
Nestled between those mountains, our two-thousand-acre spread was home to six-hundred cattle, fifteen horses, three dogs, five cats, twenty chickens, and our family.
Leaning on the horn of my grandpa’s saddle that had been handed down to me, I gazed at the horizon as the cattle began their day of grazing in the back pasture. Old Pete, one of our oldest geldings, had greeted me in the horse barn that morning, and his soft neigh persuaded me pick him to be my companion and coworker for the day.
“Pete, would ya’ look at that?” I always talked to our animals like they wer
