One day, I was walking through a large Dallas-area bookstore while my daughters and wife disappeared into the sections of their interests. I was browsing the business section when I realized there were no books like I would write. I looked at many titles and read several back covers, but I saw nothing that sounded like what my yet-unwritten book would say. There were no cowboy hats, no horses, no restaurant stories, and certainly no ranching anecdotes...