MARCH 26, 1860
Caller Bob brought Promenade to Justin at the livery. He had lost a shoe, and another one was about to fall off. Justin told him that he would get to his horse as soon as he could, but right now he was packing some mud on Reflection�s hind leg.
Ted had brought Reflections back all lathered up and limping. He knew he shouldn�t have let Ted go out by himself. It had been a very bad mistake. But luckily he thought the horse would be ok in time, and Ted, too, who had come back with a torn shirt, scratched face and dirty clothes. He hadn�t heard the where fors but he understood that something had spooked the horse and Ted had hung on for dear life. The horse had finally stumbled which brought them both to a halt.
Caller Bob told Justin that he wasn�t in any hurry, and that he would be back later in the afternoon. He was going to make his rounds in town, maybe even check on Jacy and Melissa. He wanted to make sure the town�s folks were treating the new lady residents nicely. They didn�t need to loose any other citizens if he could help it. As he left the barn Teaspoon was entering and they exchanged hellos.
It was the end of the month and time for Teaspoon to pay Justin for stabling his horse, Banter. He had named him that because he was the damndest talketest horse he ever owned. That horse was always neighing about something when Teaspoon was near him or on him. Maybe Banter was trying to tell Teaspoon where the bad guys were, but unfortunately Teaspoon didn�t speak horse. But Banter was as loyal as a dog. No matter how hurt Teaspoon would be on the trail, Banter wouldn�t leave his side for anything in the world.
Teaspoon bought a couple of carrots from the store at Cromwell's Mercantile that he took to the livery. As he entered he said hello to Justin, who was throwing some hay into Braids stall. Teaspoon paid Justin and then feed Banter his carrots. Afterwards he strolled around town to make sure no one was about to start any trouble.
He had the most cushioned job in town. All he had to do was settle a few disputes now and then and let his presence be known in town. So far there hadn�t been any bad trouble. As he walked into his office he stared at the wanted posters that Blythe had delivered to his office two months ago. He hadn�t heard of any outlaws in his territory, and he hoped he never would. He eased back in his chair and took a little snooze.