“Now, son, I showed you the buildings, one of the hands will show you around the ranch. ![]() It had a cozy open living room, a convenience kitchen, two bedrooms and a bathroom. I shared the apartment with another guy who I hadn’t met yet. We had just toured the ranch buildings, and he’d shown me my room, which was a good size on the second floor of one of the barns. He had his arm on my back as he led me to his office. He towered over me and seemed to control everything within a few mile radius of him wherever he was everyone bowed to this man, even the pastor. He was a big man in his fifties, not fat, just big. Price, the owner of the ranch said on my first day. Being young and muscular, all of the hard work tasks went to me at the church. I was a strapping boy of twenty, six two, pure muscle from working the farm with my father all the time and all the charity work I did at the church. In those days, boys would apprentice at such places and, if they did well, be given a position. Through our church, I got a position at a large and very profitable ranch. ![]() Other times, he taught me by taking me over his knee or put me over the bed and gave me his belt. Sometimes he taught me by what he said and did. My daddy was a good man who taught me to work hard and get more out of life than he did. I grew up dirt poor on a small farm that never did well.
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