Wow, I love Montana. I love the people, the land and the history and for the first time in a long time, I'm as close to home as I have been. In May, Jeff and the kids and I made a big move to new country for a new job. I will never forgot the feeling of pulling out of the Brennan Camp in Nebraska, everything we owned in either the Uhaul which Jeff was driving in front of us, or in the truck and trailer the kids and I were hauling. Exhilarated, free, scared, excited, you name it. Headed north no doubt. Here we were, off on a new adventure and a prayer and a hope. Now six months later and looking back it has been such a great move. I am so thankful for good people, good horses, my wonderful family and the beautiful country we call home. Here's to more adventures, new songs and to those of you moving camp to camp.

Previous events


Durango Cowboy Poetry Gathering

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Durango, CO


Arizona Cowboy Poetry Gathering

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Prescott, AZ


South Texas Cowboy Gathering

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Seguin, TX


Art of the Cowgirl

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Pheonix, AZ


National Cowboy Poetry Gathering

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Elko, NV


Christmas Celebration

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Lead, SD


Texas Hill Country Cowboy Gathering

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Fredericksburg, TX


Western Slope Cowboy Gathering

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Grand Junction, Co


Heber Valley Music and Cowboy Poetry Gathering

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Heber Valley, UT


Vaquero Classics

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Giforn Germany


Superior Livestock

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Winnemucca, NV


West Texas State Fair

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Abilene, TX

Springtime in the Sandhills of Nebraska 

The mist's hangin' over the meadow
As we trot through the morning dew
Spring calves are bawlin' 
As they cry to their mommas
It rings back to me and to you

Like the green of the cool season grasses
yucca, greasewood and cactus
I need one more day
to live this way
On a cowboy's wage.

Spring is in full force here in the Sandhills. We have received a crazy amount of rain in the last few weeks. Mother's Day was filled with rain, sleet and snow blowing all directions. No power for the day so all hopes of breakfast in bed, or ranch wife pampering(what's that) went out the window of our little jeep cherokee, AKA the calving wagon. It was a day full of mothering, kids and calves that were brought in during the storm. I think we better invest in some paddles at this point in case we need to use the stock tanks as flotation devices. It is getting a little crazy. I am once again reminded of a gift my parents gave us kids growing up, WORK. I'd be in pretty poor shape without it. We are having a blast together. I love to watch my kids be involved with ranch chores and life and always enjoy watching Jeff with the horses. Blessings from our Father in Heaven, all of them, the moisture, the livestock, the kids and my husband, and the life that we live. 

2014~ A year to remember 

It's a bitter cold morning in the state of Nebraska
I shiver as the pickup rumbles to life
Just a regular day for the man on short wages
but we figure we're doing alright
The cows they are singing like silver bells ringing
As we cake them and feed them, the world comes to life
Jack Frost is tipping his hat as he's painting
A Russel with swirling ice.

Way up in the northern part of Nebraska
There's a place they call God's cow country
There's windmills, Sandhills and a whole lot of cattle
And the grass and the children grow wild and free

Yep, we've moved from our beloved state of WYO to the Sandhills of NE. 2014 will be a year to remember. Countless numbers of new friends, adventures, music shows, horse wrecks and a good look at what is important in life. I have to say as I sit in this comfy, warm home at Round Valley that life is pretty good. This lifestyle has a way of highlighting the things that mean the most. An awesome husband, healthy happy kids, good friends, reliable horses and good fittin' saddles.  2015 is shaping up to be a busy one. I am heading back in to the studio here shortly to work on my third CD, fingers crossed for a spring release. Thank you all for making 2014 a wonderful year and look forward to seeing you down the road. Trinity