In a place where neighbors are family and every name carries meaning, his loss cuts deep. He was known not just for his roping skill, but for his humility, kindness, and quiet strength. The arena will echo a little emptier now, but the memory of Ace — the boy with big dreams and a bigger heart — will never fade from the fields he called home.
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