Quotes About Ranch

Some buckle bunny's bed, I suppose.

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I grew up driving old pickup trucks on the ranch with my dad, and I still always find myself driving like I'm out in an open field, except I'm in LA on La Cienega in the middle of rush-hour traffic.

I didn't know that carrying the old typewriter home would totally ruin my life. I dragged the typewriter into the ranch house where I live.

She came to the ranch on one of the first pale chilly days of an autumn, hired to cook for us for a few months, and stayed on in our lives for almost three years. Her time with us is a strange season all mist and dusk and half-seen silhouettes, half-heard cries. there is nothing like it in the sortings of my memory.

on a ranch I believe I would have been called the choreboy.

And since he was busy, he was difficult to interview. A high-pressure reporter from a Kansas City paper made the long journey to the ranch and found him sweating over a pair of post-hole diggers, the dirt a-flying. He rushed up to the Colonel, thrust out a glad hand, and breezily announced: 'Colonel Goodnight, Brown is my name.' Straightening from the task the Colonel drilled him with his eye, and roared: 'What in the hell can I do about it? I didn't name you.

and the boys made fun of her skinny legs that were always bruised and cut from her tomboyish antics at the ranch. There was one special boy, Jake Weldon. Maggie pretended not to notice him. He was one of the boys who made fun of her, and it hurt really

In Bed with the Wrangler

Tomás rode his wicked black stallion through the frosting of starlight that turned his ranch blue and pale gray, as if powdered sugar had blown off the sky and sifted over the mangoes and mesquites.

When we were eating dinner, sitting on her bed side by side, she said to me, "This is fun." "It weirdly is," I said. "Maybe these are our salad days." "Huh?" "You know. Happy." "What's happy about a salad?" She shrugged. "Ranch," she said.

took over the ranch, the cowboys had quit feeding silage, so I didn't know much

George's voice became deeper. He repeated his words rhythmically as though he had said them many times before. 'Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

I ain't got no people. I seen the guys that go around on the ranches alone. That ain't no good. They don't have no fun. After a long time they get mean. They get wantin' to fight all the time. . . 'Course Lennie's a God damn nuisance most of the time, but you get used to goin' around with a guy an' you can't get rid of him.

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They

Guys like us, that work on ranches, are the loneliest guys in the world. They got no family. They don't belong no place. They come to a ranch an' work up a stake and then they go inta town and blow their stake, and the first thing you know they're poundin' their tail on some other ranch. They ain't got nothing to look ahead to.

I'm all about freedom in art. I'm from Texas, so when someone tells you which way to ride your horse, you think 'I'll just go to a different ranch. You guys are riding it backwards anyway.

The house was here when I bought the ranch, and this clutter came with it. I've added my own things to the mess, and I haven't spent a lick of time tending it. I reckon that's pretty easy to see.

Rylan tried not to share so many of his worries. She was so sympathetic it made him want to succeed all the more, and that made his fear of failing cut so deep he couldn't stand it. Rylan wasn't good at church attendance. He was a believer, but he found Sundays to be as demanding on a ranch as every other day, and he'd let his worship time slip.

bringing some horses to corral over here. He'll have more supplies, too." Julia hoped the ranch foreman didn't get back at mealtime.

She might be judging her home harshly, too. "I met up with Steele. He already crossed the stream and is headed back to the ranch. He said he'd ride around, going across

Mary Connealy is a Carol Award winner and a RITA Award finalist. An author, journalist, and teacher, she lives on a ranch in eastern Nebraska with her husband, Ivan, and has four grown daughters—Josie, married to Matt; Wendy; Shelly, married to Aaron; and

Pueblo investment properties, and he had mortgaged the ranch to raise added investment funds for still more business concerns. At the time, with the economy booming

Bending Spring Ranch, Cole Valley, Colorado." "What kind of a ranch is it anyway?" Dennis had asked Jules originally when the property had been purchased. "Cattle? Dude? I wasn't really sure." "No, it's a tax ranch," she'd said. "See, they raise little tax brackets there. It's the only one of its kind in the world.