Profile 2908 Bad Habits

A warm breeze blows across open grassy fields, a blue bird sky above, and dusty ground beneath the tires of a silver horse trailer. It passes through a gate with the name, “Spring Creek Ranch” engraved in the timber frame, a sturdy wooden fence makes up the perimeter of this road, showing pastures of lush grass and a few fine longhorn cattle, a large farmhouse up on the hill, and a grand white barn. A river can be seen glinting in the morning sun, snaking its way through a forested field,...