The Guts and Glory of “Indian Rodeo”

Not everything a photographer brings before us requires approval or annotation—the stolen kiss, the questionable animal welfare, the sombrero, the carcinogens—and in a picture like “Rosebud Rodeo,” there’s neither sneering nor romanticism, just a stocky horse with a stocky rider nosing their way out of the shot while somewhere around two hundred horsepower of engine sits idle in a Buick, longhorns mounted on the hood, lucky dice dangling from the rear-view mirror.