JANUARY 14, 1860

Danny was wandering around town and thought he would go drop in on Teaspoon. He stuck his head in the door, but Teaspoon was not there. He saw another young man instead, one that the town folk often shunned. Danny liked the young man, who had helped work on his house a few times. He was level headed and sincere.

"Hey, Buck!"� Danny said.� "Teaspoon around?"

"Hi, Mr. Phelps. No, I'm waiting for him to come back myself."� Buck answered.

"Please, Buck, call me Danny."� The old man said.� Buck smiled at his charisma.

"Going to the dance?"� Buck asked Danny.

"Might." Danny shrugged. "I will probably drop in there. Don't think there are any woman close enough to my age to go with, though. Besides, I don't think there's much dancing left in these old bones. That's why I came by, to see if ole Teaspoon was planning on going."

"Me too. I might have someone in mind for him."� Buck said. They continued talking about the dance until Teaspoon came back. They enjoyed each other's company.