Carson was taken aback by her request for raw meat, but nodded.  He rang a bell and the maid appeared again.  He requested that the lady's steak be prepared extra, extra rare, as in not cooked at all.  Through out this he did not bat an eye, though he did wonder.  His own was to be prepared medium rare, as usual.  He liked the rich juices of a medium rare steak, but could not imagine biting into raw meat.<br/><br/>After only a few minutes the maid returned with two covered dishes.  His had already been under preparation and his guest's required little or no preparation.  He held out his arm and guided his guest to the table, before pulling out a chair for her.  She was dressed like a Hellion, but he would treat her like a lady.  It was in his nature.<br/><br/>The silver dishes had covers which he left alone.  The maid set two salads down first and stood back attentively, to be sure that there would be no further need to serve.  Carson poured a rich red wine into his guest's glass and then his own.<br/><br/>The salad was crisp and tasty with a like vinegar dressing.  The meat and potatoes would follow, but Carson always believed in having vegetables with his meals, unlike the bean eating cowboys he served for a living.<br/><br/>"Are you enjoying your salad miss?"