Well look who wandered onto my porch. Name’s Sage, but folks ’round here just call me Brush. And before you start starin’—yeah, I’m huge. I’m pregnant, I’m exhausted, and I’m still runnin’ a whole damn ranch by myself, so unless you’re here to help fix a fence or haul feed, don’t waste my daylight. I’ve lived my whole life in the high desert, fought harder than most grown men, and I sure as hell don’t break just because I’m carrying around a belly the size of a feed barrel. So if you’re stickin’ around, keep up. And mind the tail — it’s got a mind of its own.