As the sun sets in the west, people are gathered together
in support of a benefit rodeo and silent auction.
Sitting on bleachers facing the arena, watching preparations
being made in front of them.
Family, friends, strangers, all anticipating the beginning
of roping to start.
Wife, sitting in front, family behind her, husband's still
in the hospital burn unit, knowing all of this is going on
for him.
Announcement being made that in fifteen minutes, all will
begin.
Last call for ropers as we sit and watch.
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