Heading back down to the Four Sixes Ranch in Texas, from the Yellowstone Dutton Ranch in Montana, I keep my eyes on the road as I take a drink of my coffee. The only thing lighting my way are the headlights of my truck.

I hear Jimmy scoff as he sits in the passenger seat, while you and a couple other Ranch Hands sit in the back seat to try and get some shut eye. “You want me to drive?” I don’t take my eyes off the road as Jimmy offers to drive. I know he was trying to be polite but, I was going to set the boy straight.

“I Drive.” I state simply and firmly. It was just the way it is and how it’s going to be.

“You’re the only one who hasn’t slept.” I can’t help but hear the confusion in Jimmy’s voice when he said that. It was cute that he thought this was some sort of guard rotation.

“A hundred twenty five thousand dollar truck,” I begin to explain to him why I’m driving to try and get it through that thick skull of his. Feeling annoyed, I sigh heavily. “pullin’ a million dollars worth of horses, in a hundred fifty dollar trailer, I drive.”

Jimmy chuckles, “Just thought you might be tired.”

“Buddy, I’ll get all the sleep I need when I’m dead.” I smile over at him in amusement before returning my eyes on the road.