Galveston

When you go to a rodeo during Halloween, remember that all the ghouls and skeletons come out to play when the clock strikes twelve. The skeletons are bucking bulls and chasing barrels and strapping on chaps behind the rusted out chutes. If you look closely the broncs are amongst the living dead as steam trails from their nostrils as they go bucking down the arena. The clicking sounds coming from the spurs aren't the only noises you hear as bone hits bone when the spooktacular western rodeo begins in the dead of the night.