*Just going about her business, keeping busy doing whatever errands it was that she had to do in town. There's a list in her head that she's frantically trying to remember when she sees -

A cowboy. A very familiar cowboy. She freezes on the spot, glancing this way and that, in case this is some kind of joke, or an illusion - one of those curse things. But then she shuffles a little closer, and then a little more, head tilted as she examines him some more. Then she clears her throat, her voice only small and uncertain*

...Irvine?