23rd birthday
I had grown up around horses learned to ride when I was young so naturally I was draw to a life on the ranch. I was normally one of , if not the only girl ranch hand on most of the ranches I worked, but one that has stuck in my mind is the one I worked the year I turned 23.
The day started out normal the boss gave all the hands our list of duties for the day and we got started. The first task was to brand the new calves. The branding took a lot longer than expected so when we all road in for lunch we grabbed a bed roll and headed back out. As the sun set the guys started cleaning up and setting up camp as it was they built a fire and unknown to me put the branding iron we had broken in the fire. As midnight approached the guys decided it was time to give me my present as I walked toward my bed two of the hands grabbed me from behind one got my arms the other held me down next thing I hear is the sound of footsteps and then I blacked out because of the sharp pain shooting across my left hip.
I awoke the next morning with the worse pain imaginable in my side and when I looked at my hip I saw it the outline of the mustang branded into my side. The foreman was the next thing I remember yelling get back to the house get your stuff packed and get the hell off this ranch you know the rules and you better be glad the guys didn't hurt you last night. Go to the main house and get your last check then we hope you have a good life and don't come back anywhere around here.
Its been almost three years since then and I'd finally learned I wasn't going to outrun that name if I stayed in Kansas so when I heard of a job opening on the silver star ranch in Texas I was in my truck headed that way and going to drive straight through when I got there two men were standing outside waiting for me as soon as I had gotten about two hours out I'd d called to make sure the job was still open and then put the pedal to the floor and took off. The smaller of the two came out to meet me and shook my hand and introduced himself as Jacob he told me that the guy on the porch was his brother and his name was Trey and they where the owners of the ranch after their father died and they had heard a lot about me and needed to know if I was serious about the job. The two men lead the way into the house and down a long hall filled with what looked like a lot of family pictures when suddenly the men both stopped and turned around and said ladies first I looked at both of them and then entered the room they followed and then shut the door behind them they walked around to the other side of the desk trey took a seat in the chair and Jacob stood behind him flipping though a file folder after about five minutes he looked up and said one word Mustang I looked up scared and said how do you know that name he said so that is you Kassi your nickname is Mustang why would that be I wonder. Could it be because you are wild I've heard rumors that you can't be trusted and that you ruin the ranches that you are on.
