Sawdust had been strewn on the pavilion to make the surface better for dancing, and a built-up stage at one end held the band. Carl and the Cattle Drovers had enticed people away from their conversations with a fast stepping polka and now were playing the Cotton-Eyed Joe. It seemed most of the crowd was up circling the floor in the traditional dance that went with the song. Even the littlest members of the group, some as young as two or three, were out on the floor. This is one of the reasons I love living in Purple Sage.
Families blend into other families to form a community.