It’s not an easy life. Not as glamorous as people make out. If you don’t have good help and if the cattle prices aren’t steady, it can wear you ...ut. Make you old too soon. My folks are lookin’ to turn the ‘Three C’ into a dude ranch someday not too long from now. I hate to see that, but I know it’s the only way they can keep the ranch without it killin’ them.’ ‘You have any brothers or sisters to help?’ ‘I have a younger sister who’s married and livin’ in Pueblo. I doubt she and her husband. She took a great deal of pleasing.My porcine and enfeebled father, who was nearing seventy years at the time and not likely to achieve that goal, staged a feast of welcome for this fourth bride. He fell asleep at the table, a cup of wine in his trembling hand, and his guards had to haul his corpulent body to his bed. I took it upon myself, as the last remaining son at hand, to escort the lovely, and I was sure virginal, bride. She smiled at me shyly and held my arm to her lithe body as we. He began to stutter an answer, blushing furiously and raking his hand through his hair like a nervous schoolboy before I turned around, proffering a beer. Realizing what I had meant, or at least, realizing what he thought I had meant, he took it gratefully, and held it in front of his crotch as if it could hide his burgeoning erection. I let him see my eyes linger on his jean-clad hard-on for a minute before heading into the living room to sit with my sister. I heard the bathroom door open and. I’m married. See?” Jillian flaunted her wedding band, “I’m quite happy, as a matter of fact.”“Same here, folks! Like what you see? Ray’s been very good to me, in fact!” Angie winked at Jillian, deliberately playing the others ... it was true that they were married now, but the details were more complex than that.“Ray who? What even are your last names now that you’re married, both of you?” Sarah Kurtz asked them now.“Lassiter. Raymond Lassiter III, Esquire. Attorney-at-Law!” Angie bragged.