Sara smiled. "Why thank yu kindly miss Clara, that's right neighbourly of yu!" She nodded to John as he came back in, paying scant attention to the dog. Dogs really weren't her thing. She turned her attention back to Ckara. "So yur a teacher huh? That's a mighty fine thing tu be. Ya'll can teach numbers too, 's well as letters?" She smiled. She was not illiterate nor innumerate, but numbers puzzled her. She could do basic adding, enough to know when she was getting fleeced by a storekeeper, but the higher parts of Maths escaped her.<br/><br/>Just then the saloon door burst open and one of Sara's few friends burst in. "Emma, Honey! You look like a cat that got a canary!" She called out. "Come join us!" Sara had a sneaking suspicion that Emma had been doing just what Sara refused to do - robbing the locals. She glanced at the door. "Di'n't you ride out this mornin' with Bull-Shit Randy?" She asked more softly.