HUBBARD, JESSE T.

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////////// TWENTY EIGHT , RANCH HAND & LA . ///////// PERSONAL INFORMATION full name: Jesse Thomas Hubbard III preferred name: Jesse or JT date of birth: October 29, 1992 hometown: Butte, Montana biological parents: Jesse Thomas Hubbard II & Annemarie Hubbard Caldwell  step parents: Grace Hubbard, Harvey Caldwell siblings: Dixie Hubbard-Ray(MichaelRay), Memphis Hubbard, Blake Hubbard, Ava Hubbard (deceased)  nieces & nephews: Charles Ray,  Wyatt Ray, Annie Hubbard  HUBBARD RANCH & CATTLE CO. The ranch has been around since the 1800s. The first Hubbard's settled here in Butte, Montana after coming from Nevada. There's a page from one of my many great grandfather's journal that stated, "we found the land...the mountains touch the blue sky and it seems like a pretty serene place to build a legacy." Blood, sweat and tears. It's what the ranch has always been about. My dad has preached about this since before I can remember. We were introduced to the hardships of the ranch at a young age. I was five when my duties of feeding the cattle and the horses started. Being the oldest, I knew I was due to inherit the ranch. Each birthday I celebrated would come along a new job or task on the Hubbard ranch. The land consists of 300,000 acres. It's fenced in, of course. A large house, which we call the main house. There's two large barns that are semi-connected. This space includes the horse barn and the bunkhouse for the ranch hands. Dad would make a point for us Hubbard boys to have lunch and two dinners once a week with the rand hands. While we held the name, their physical work helped the ranch stay in our hands to continue on with the Hubbard legacy. The ranch hands watch the cattle, the land and work with the horses. It's all a process. Past the main house, sits two medium size cabins. Before Blake and I could do anything on the ranch, they belonged to the foreman or the lead ranch hand. I claimed possession when I was twenty-six. That's also when I became the lead foreman, training under Cletus who was my father's foreman for over 30 years. Blake moved in just this year. He's not the lead foreman, but the lead ranch hand. Our jobs combine a lot. It's a tough job. Hands are dirty and your body aches in ways that one couldn't imagine. My dad's one tough son of a bitch. Jesse II eats, sleeps and breathes that place. It would fall apart without him. It can live without me for a little bit.  The ranch life doesn't help a marriage. My parents spilt up when I was fifteen years old. Mom moved out of the country and into a more populated area. Shocked my Dad to the core when she left. She'd grown bored and lonely, yearning for a man who majority of his attention to his land, cows/horses and his two sons. After all, they were going to take over this place one day. She headed further west to California. Jesse II didn't even go after her. My mom mentioned it to a few of us kids on her daily phone calls. It was the straw that broke her back; he couldn't give up the ranch one day just to retrieve the so-called love of his life. They both re-married. Mom's got a fancy billionaire husband and Dad (who also is a millionaire from having one of the largest ranches in Butte, Montana) met a younger woman whom he ended up marrying. She too bitches about his lack of free time. Only thing that keeps her happy is the credit card he gave her. I HAVE A BLONDE PROBLEM AMELIA ANDREWS, 28, LA NATIVE & EX HOOKUP. "Jesse..the cowboy. It's genuinely what his name is in my phone. We met one night at this hole in the wall bar that my friend dragged me to. It's not my scene. I love LA nightlife and this part...not so much for me. Lauren dragged me here because she said that she spotted a few southern boys from outside. It was also mentioned that she frequented here before....and knew he'd be here. She wasn't wrong. There he was, sitting at a barstool with boots on and a trucker hat on backwards. He looked hot as fuck. Strutting into that bar, I made him want to keep his eyes on me. I could constantly feel his gaze on me. Wearing a low cut shirt, my best skinny jeans; it was obvious he wanted me. So I let the cowboy take me home. Not to his place though, he got a little strange when I suggested that. There was a certain look in his eye. When I say...he treated me like a queen. Yeah he did. That's the one good thing Jesse the cowboy can do. Fuck a girl right. His rough hands felt so damn good on my body. I should've known better than to get attached. I just craved him though. We exchanged numbers after the first night and of course, I was the one reaching out. It was sex, it was good I wanted more. Can you blame a girl for trying to lasso this southern gentleman in? He wasn't having it. If I tried to bring up the idea of us doing something other than come over to my placed and fuck, it was awkward. He was obviously hiding something, major commitment issues too. " SADIE MATHISON, 26, HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEART - EX-FIANCE. "Everyone was shocked when Jesse asked me to marry him. I was the only one that wasn't shocked. Although Jesse was hard to get along with, he treated me right. He was a hard worker, which he got from his daddy. I should've paid more attention to his parents relationship to see what my future would be like..but I was too head over heels for the boy. He had my total attention, all the time. We met in high school, it's so stereotypical when I think about it now. He didn't play any sports because that would occupy the time he needed to help out on the ranch. I was two years younger than him and I finally stopped looking like a baby-faced blonde when I turned fifteen. I remember he asked me if I was new here when in reality we'd been going to school together for years. The town was small but not that small. I knew who he was. Everyone knew the Hubbard's and all about their ranch. Something about Jesse changed when he was twenty-two. Though he lived at home, he was a drifter at heart. I'd be sitting out on the front porch with him, just talking and it's like he wasn't there. His mind was always wondering. It felt like we could be forever, it felt right. I stuck it out. Reassuring the man that I loved that he could always talk to me. I was by his side, dedicated to him. He proposed to me a few months later, with the bargain that we waited until he officially moved into the foreman house to get married. It was just a few years away. Like I said, I would do anything for the man. His hours started to get longer, his attitude worse. I'd come over to his home; we'd talk for a little bit and then we'd go upstairs and make love. That part of our relationship was solid. I could tell when he looked me in the eyes while fucking me, that he loved me. He suddenly just became a man of few words. It left a sour and left a bad taste in my mouth. We'd been together for ten years and planning a wedding til we weren't. He showed up to my apartment in downtown Butte unexpectedly one afternoon. He had this look on his face and I just knew. A woman's intuition. Honestly...I couldn't be mad. I loved him however we fell out of love. It was a mutual agreement to end our relationship and call off the wedding. My Jesse was different now and I just didn't know him anymore. Heartbroken, I left the state. I'd grown close to his sister Memphis though. We still keep in touch. I get Jesse updates from her..even if it kills me to hear a little bit. I've been wanting to reach out after hearing of the sudden death of his sister Ava. She was the baby. I can't imagine how he's feeling. Maybe I'll get the courage soon to talk to him again. " SONGS TO LIVE BY Drinking Problem - Midland Great Day to be Alive - Travis Tritt Nose on the Grindstone - Tyler Childers Rock and Roll - Led Zeppelin If It Wasn't for Trucks - Riley Green Carolina - Eric Church The Pretender - Foo Fighters Freebird - Lynyrd Skynyrd  Dixieland Delight - Alabama Heart Shaped Box - Nirvana The Cowboy Rides Away - George Strait Desperado - The Eagles

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