Buying her
The dealer was ambiguous with Jessy. He couldn’t tell her anything about the horse other than that it was named ‘Africa,’ and it was about four years old. Jessy, on the other hand, was oblivious. The horse seemed remarkable and responded well to her caresses. She was accompanying her to her house.
Stables
Jessy didn’t own any land, but she had an idea for where the horse should be kept. A riding school was just a few blocks away. There was plenty of room for other horses, and because the distance was small, Jessy could see her horse on a frequent basis. Everything seemed to be in order, but everything was about to fall apart.