Dragging the ass out of my Wranglers
It was another ordinary day in Gate Guard World. A perpetual stream of trucks and large equipment with big pipes wound its’ way in and out of our gate here west of Gainesville, TX. The temps were hovering around the century mark and winds were out of the south at 20mph. I had a good and crusty rind of caliche dust going for sure. Ahhhhhh! The
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