Before Elisabelth and Grampa could slide off of the emus, Terrie was running to greet them, shouting about the big news. While they had been out getting the camels to come help, news had come that the American Ranching and Farming Association was going to host the National Rodeo Championships and Exposition right here! The sleepy town had become as excited as a bus full of bathing beauties headed to a breast enhancement surgeons' convention at Waikiki.
There would be all kinds of events to enter and win ribbons, cups, trophies and most of all perhaps bragging rights. The town was a town of very hard working people who spent most of their days in nearly unbearable heat, scratching a living out of the caliche rock and sand, the mesquite and prickly pears. At the end of most days, most of the townspeople were ready for a meal, a few deep breaths, and a good night's sleep to prepare them for the next day's struggle. Entertainment usually involved watching one or more of the family performing or competing in some sporting event sanctioned by the child's school. But that would change with the coming of the rodeo and exposition. The biggest news of all was the announcement that a local brewery would be putting up a ten thousand dollar cash prize to the winner of the Great Freight Wagon Race.