Saddle Sore Vignettes of life in the valley. Some you may have heard; hopefully, others will be new. After getting a few last-minute groceries in El Jebel, I was changing my boots in the horse trailer tack room when a middle-aged, attractive, auburn-haired woman walked right up and started a conversation. “Are you a rancher,” she asked. “Yeah, you might say so,” I replied, with some reservation, figuring I was either going to get some naïve blathering about how terrible ranchers are, or a come-on from a gold-digger, but it came down somewhere in the middle. “Well,” she said, “I’m looking for a rancher or a cowboy, someone who needs a woman around and who would appreciate my help. I just love the lifestyle”