"So, this is my cattle area, I keep, at most, twenty calves. My goat pen, and this barn holds all sixteen of my horses. The dogs are in the house." She stated. "I got four hundred acres of field, and some woods."

"Not really, honestly. With all the rodeo winnings, plus my jobs, it's easy to pay it off, but since I own it, nothin' nobody can do." She stated. "C'mon, I'll show you the horses, gotta feed 'em anyways. You don't have to touch them, I won't make you."

"It's your business, I won't push, and I won't tell anyone." She assured, sliding the barn doors open. Inside, there were all sixteen horses in their stalls, whinnying, snorting, and neighing.

She got out each feed bucket, and filled them all, placing them back into the stalls. "Ma'am, get your ass back in here." She scolded, haltering one of her Thoroughbred mares, a deep, fiery chestnut one.

"I hate chestnut mares at times. So spicy and temperamental." She stated. "Oh, this little hooligan is Sundance Sky, granddaughter to Secretariat."