“The economy sucks, man.”
Tyler Steele nodded his agreement at his best friend Barney’s assessment. Barney had lost his job at the local car dealership. He had been in charge of truck and trailer sales.
“Tell me about it,” chimed in Zeb, another of Tyler’s friends and owner of Zeb’s Westside Saddlery. “Business is down over ten percent. No one’s buyin’ horses and those that have ’em can’t afford to buy tack any more.”
Tyler sighed as he sipped his beer. His business too was slow. He was a horse trainer and in the past two years his twenty stall barn had gone from full to fifty per cent occupancy.
“Yep,” he drawled. “No one wants horses trained right now and the ones I got trained are cuttin’ back on showin’. Don’t know what I’m gonna do.”
The three men sat commiserating one Friday
