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The party I was to purchase the Stübben saddle and bridle from lived in Wisconsin, but apparently had business in Marquette and offered to meet up somewhere in between. They wanted $500 cash for the whole shebang. We had decided to rendezvous at the Waterfront Park in L’Anse. It was easy to find and very public. For some reason I felt as if I were embarking upon some back-alley transaction. Counterfeit Stübben saddles were not unheard of, so I had done my homework online and knew what to look for. I hoped.
I had expected some rough and tumble ranch hand to meet up with me, climb out of his badass truck and say, “Psst, lady, wanna buy a Stübben?” Instead, I watched an older lady pull up in a Toyota with a bad muffler and climb painfully out. She stretched and looked out at the wate
