The action. The attire. The grit and dirt. The euphoria of victory. The literal pain of defeat. The smell of livestock and fried food. The summer sun boring down. Cowboys strut their stuff and pray before they ride. Nothing says America like a rodeo. It is a unique sub-culture alive and well from Ashland, Missouri to Pendleton, Oregon and all the places in between. Some riders walk away with the glory of eight seconds and prize purse, more walk away with nothing and some struggle to walk out at all after a short and rough ride. This collection is from multiple rodeos across Oregon, Idaho and Missouri.