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CHARLIE
I was used to working in a man’s world, but there was more testosterone on this ranch than on the entire Bronco football team.
It was nice to see another woman and cute baby, but they didn’t do anything to help. Not after Levi had put his foot down.
As I followed Levi to the bunkhouse, I shook off the way they’d stared when I arrived. He’d insisted on carrying all my bags—even wanted to haul my purse, which was ridiculous.
This wasn’t the first time time a bunch of horse people had freaked out to discover their vet was a woman. A black woman, no less. I’d been busting stereotypes from the beginning in the uppercrust horse world. There was a reason I dressed and acted professionally at all times, even here in Cooper Valley. There was a big difference between Mr. Claymore’s sp
