Trotting around Outlaws, having a great time, listening to
Cold Front, people dancing, having fun, enjoying this roof-
top picnic.
Being square in the middle of an Arizona desert, hopping up
and down, watching cowgirls on their horses, galloping to the
music, horses looking like their enjoying the rhythms and
dancing around.
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