By Admin 
I don’t usually get riled up over strangers, but the guy at the feed store nearly pushed me over the edge. He laughed when I said I was buying fencing wire and mineral blocks—then asked if my “husband” would be loading the truck. I told him my husband left five years ago, and the cows haven’t complained since. People assume I’m playing rancher because I’m a woman with a braid and muddy boots. But I run 240 acres alone. Birth calves, fix pipes, haul hay. And still, they doubt me.
Then came the note—nailed to my barn:
“I know what you did with the west pasture.”
It rattled me. That pasture is my pride—painstakingly restored after my ex left the place trashed. I suspected a prank… until I saw fresh footprints near the pond, scratches on the barn door, and a shadowy figure one night trying to break in. Turns out, it wasn’t a joke. A land development company had sent someone to snoop and scare me into selling. But I didn’t scare easy. I rallied my neighbors, got the sheriff involved, and exposed their intimidation. They backed off.
What I learned? Strength isn’t doing everything alone. It’s knowing when to stand your ground and when to let people help. I’m not just holding my own—I’m thriving. So next time someone underestimates you, remember: your worth isn’t in how others see you. It’s in what you do, every damn day.