They are strong and asserve - a credit that most likely goes to
their own mother who was a ranch wife who wasn’t afraid to
speak her mind.
Ranch wives can be found on the back of a horse moving cale,
in a pen helping with a prolapse, in the kitchen making lunch,
killing a snake in the backyard protecng the kids, and aending
a school board meeng at the end of a long day. The possibilies
are endless—as is their spirit. There truly isn’t a list long enough
to completely do jusce for the descripon of “ranch wife.” They
give and give expecng lile in return. We all have so much to
be thankful for from the various ranch wives who have impacted
our lives. I honestly believe every single day is an opportunity to
thank these gals for the size of their hearts, the range of their vision,
and for their never-ending desire to help get the job done.
I believe it’s that maternal calling all females have in one form or
another. It’s nothing to wake up at four in the morning to throw
breakfast on, load vaccine and branding supplies, saddle and
load my horse, round up, brand all day, get home to take care
of my horse then serve lunch to our crew, clean up, take care of
barn criers, take a shower, go to bed, and wake up the next day
eager to do it again.
Speaking for all ranch wives now, I’d like to say that we love
this life There is no other way to explain how we do what we
do. Loving life, in general, is what makes it the most enjoyable.
There is no room for complaining, blaming, comparing, or
focusing on things that we can’t change. We have the hearness
of being a female. We want to do things the right way, we don’t
uit, and we protect the things we love with a erceness just
like the cow and the mare. Don’t ask us to change and please
whatever you do don’t judge us by our cover. For no maer
the exterior, ranch wives are complex. We are ranchers. We are
wives. We are mothers. We are cooks. We are owners. We are
the best dang ranch hand anyone has ever had around. And
lastly, we are just downright amazing
100 Rodeo LIFE All photos by Cheyenne lade Wilson