Buck teeth are always set. His stare pierce through you like shards, and his feet tap a restless rhythm against the shed floor. This ain't no simple goat, folks. No sir. This here's Bruce, and he's got a name for bein' as grumpy as a morning. Each day brings a new mishap, and Bartholomew's often right in the middle. Ranchers creep on eggshells aro… Read More