The Pusher

I married my pusher. It was an excellent decision. A girl gets tired of having to find a different pusher at every rodeo, never knowing what she’s getting until she nods her head. Calf pusher, of course. What other kind is there? In an earlier post, I may have implied that I married my husband [...]

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