The wool rancher's caps (with ear flaps down), the Carhart coats, a (big) thermos of coffee, and they're out the door.
That's what ranchers do.
Never know what they'll be up to out there. Might shovel snow, might scratch the tummies of the happy Heeler dogs who come running across the way, might check on the horses, might shred more BB holes into the target hanging from the fence. Might get in a fight.
That's what ranchers do. (Uh...do ranchers get in fights?)
And when they're cold and a bit boy-play-tired, they head into that "cabin" of theirs for some rest and a cuppa joe. Pull off the gloves, tip the rancher's cap back, scratch the sweaty head, then slurp an airy swig from the steaming hand-wrapped cup.
That's what ranchers do.
