I LEANED IN the doorway of my trailer watching the sun set over the rolling hills. As with the previous six nights, the state referred to as Big Sky didn't disappoint and painted theheavens with colors so intense that it appeared the atmosphere was ablaze. My gelding stood on his high tie, relaxing with his face buried in his hay bag, eyes half closed with contentment. One trailer behind me, a group of friends gathered in camping chairs, their voices rising and falling as they recounted past experiences on the ride: some good, some not so good, but all of them memorable. I was expected to join them in celebration, and I would...but not just yet. A particularly jovial bout of laughter carried through the night - and I sat down and cried.
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