COW WRANGLER

COW WRANGLER

I never imagined myself as a rancher. Cities were my thing. Yet here I am in my old Jeep (holes in the floor to let water drain out) herding cows, steering them back home. I’m done with the neckties and wing tip shoes of an ad agency guy—I’m at Pineapple Hill now, the beach house I built in the South Carolina boonies.

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