Uriel was feeling pretty chipper that morning as he said, "Woah," to the large draft horse that pulled his cart, tugging on the reins so the beast stopped. He hitched her up and then headed to his fist stall, thumbs looped into the suspenders that held up his denim trousers. The tall man gave a low whistle as he caught sight of a ring, and he sidled on up to it to give a closer look. Not normally one to impulse buy, he pulled out his little ledger and looked to see what he had available, then back at the ring. He decided to go for a simple one instead with a small chip of a rock in it instead of the fancy one. While she would have appreciated the fancy one, he knew she would prefer the simpler one for the fact that they were homesteading and it would have been bad if she lost the fancy ring.

After he purchased the wedding ring, he looked at his list, then peered around to where he wanted to go first. Ah, yes, to get the sack of flour.