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Dust, Hooves, and Sunrise: A Rancher’s Journal. AI-Generated.

Dust, Hooves, and Sunrise: A Rancher’s Journal The rooster crowed before the first hint of light touched the horizon, and I was already awake. Ranching doesn’t wait for comfort—it demands discipline, and the cattle don’t care if you’re tired. I pulled on my boots, the leather cracked from years of wear, and stepped into the cool predawn air. The smell of hay, earth, and faint wood smoke greeted me like an old friend.