HayGirlHustle

Sunrise to sunset, I’m usually covered in dust, hay, horsehair, and the kind of sweat that means you actually earned the day. I spend my mornings turning out, my afternoons breaking colts and tuning up finished horses, and my evenings doctoring legs, scrubbing tack, or just sitting on the top rail watching the sky catch fire.
Not looking for someone to save me—I’ve got my own saddle and my own shotgun. But if you can keep up on a fast horse, flirt without getting butt-hurt when I tease you, and don’t mind a little barn dirt on the sheets…subscribe.