Nevada

Nobody Could Touch the Wild Mustang I Adopted From a Government Roundup. Then a Flash Flood Hit the Canyon

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Handsome Latino horse trainer with dark hair and stubble standing beside a wild buckskin mustang in the Nevada desert at golden hour

Three trainers had given up on him. He’d broken one man’s arm and another man’s ribs. I paid a hundred and twenty-five dollars for him at a government adoption and everyone said I was crazy. Eight months later, he was the only reason I came out of that canyon alive.

I Own a Private Jet Company. A Flight Attendant Broke Every Rule to Get Home to Her Son, and I Was the Only Passenger on Board

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Handsome private jet company owner with salt-and-pepper hair standing on his ranch near Lake Tahoe at golden hour

Somewhere over Colorado, my flight attendant got a phone call and went white. Her ex-husband had taken her eight-year-old son across state lines. She had six hours before a custody hearing she didn’t know about. I told the pilot to change course.