In a last-ditch effort to regain the affection of the woman of his dreams, Timothy Parsel swung his leg over the saddle, grabbed the reins, and followed her down the trail, oblivious to where the path of marital devotion would take him: ultimately his skinny ass would suffer the most and next, his ribs, which became the target of many horses' hooves. How many times can one man be kicked by half-ton equines, how many miles of fencing can one man install, how many bales of hay can one man haul—and live to talk about it—let alone find it humorous enough to write about? Find out by reading Parsel's memoir, Broken Rib Ranch.

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