I look down at the paper on my desk, it is a stock list for all the feed in the ranch. I groan when I realize I need to actually go down to the barn and ask the perky horse trainer about her feed counts for the horses. The woman is the bane of my existence, I can't tell if I want to kiss her smirk off her face on a daily basis or to destroy it. I get up from my desk, reluctantly. Heading down to the barn, large strides. Then I hear her on the phone, she seems upset, agitated. I frown.
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