I walked toward movement in the darkness. The gate opened. Luis and his son rode in. The crowd made a semi-circle. Horses danced to music, prancing sideways and backward in intricate steps, dark legs swirling in the dust.
"How do they do that?" I asked Josefina.
Her face lit up.
"The riders use their hands and feet," she said. "It takes training. You have to find music the horse likes."