Jasmine saw the ad in the paper about square dancing while she was having lunch with her husband. She had decided to close shop early today and come home and spend some time with Gavin and work some around their home. That was one good thing about running your own business, you could close shop whenever you wanted to.

Jasmine knew Gavin was miserable because it had been weeks since he had sold a horse, two horses to be exact to the lads of the Pony Express station. Gavin had told her that he almost sold the newly acquired white mustang to the rider known as Cody, but unfortunately the lad already had two horses, and he didn�t need another one.