Mark E. Miller

My dad typically hired young boys to help on the ranch, and our relatives were no exception. My stepson, Shawn, and his cousin worked for him one summer, but they mostly played. They also got into things they shouldn’t have, as young boys do.

When I was a young boy, we built pasture fences and corral pens all over the ranch. Our shearing pens were centrally located, and secure corrals were critical there for holding livestock between moves from pasture to pasture. One year, a couple of us dug scores of holes three feet deep to sink treated railroad ties as corral posts, which gave added strength to the pens. It was back-breaking work. Sticky sweat dripped into our eyes and poured down our bodies in dust-clogged ri

In the early 1970s, Miller Estate Company hired a rugged individual who had powerful shoulders and a soft heart. We all called him Hummer...

Imagine having an asset that can simply walk away from you, sometimes miles away, and end up intermingled with other people’s identical...

In 1969, my dad hired my brother, Rod, to build a fence line dividing the Coal Creek country into two pastures. He took a former high ...

My great-grandfather, Isaac, was born in 1844 on the Danish island of MØN in the Baltic Sea. This farming region had only 84 square miles...

When I was in my late teens, five of us young cowboys made up the ranch crew. We had all been friends for years. About mid-summer, Gib...

British politician Lord Acton warns that power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. This may be true for politicians, but...

This past month has been a whirlwind of activity since the May 7 release of my memoir, A SOMETIMES PARADISE , under the label of Sandra...

Several incidents during my 30 years on the I Lazy D Ranch stayed with me as I aged and became commitments I try to live by. Whether in...