<strong>Day Two -</strong>Evening / Reprieve to fetch food. . .<br/><br/>Irene closed the door behind her and took a deep breath.  The man was intoxicating and she wasn’t the sort to indulge in such things.  Of course, there were extenuating circumstances and they were now numerous.  She smiled a lascivious smile as she struck off for the saloon.<br/><br/><strong>---&gt; Saloon</strong><br/>Irene walked carefully down the stairs, glancing at the room, noting that the girls were busily serving drinks and Guinevera was there, too.  Irene made a beeline for the kitchen and placed the order, asking for the meat and some of the sweet corn on the side.  She then made her way back to the bar.<br/><br/>“Hello, ma’am,” Irene said.  “Buenos noches, senoritas.”  She didn’t speak all that much Spanish, but enough to get by.  “I’ve got an all-nighter, ma’am.  But, he’s a bit hungry and I’m taking food to the room.”  Irene poured tequila into small glasses and set them before the men in front of her, smiled and took the coins they slid her way.<br/><br/>She found a half-bottle of good whiskey and also filled a small pitcher with beer, placing them on the back counter with glasses.<br/><br/>Irene continued to serve drinks to patrons, working quickly and moving easily around the other girls.  Life behind the bar was rather like a ballet if done right.  And, if done right, glasses didn’t get broken and the drinks remained in the glasses up to the point the customer drank them.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved over the room, noting the Marshal’s absence and the presence of a newcomer who was sitting with an unfamiliar girl.<br/><br/>“Fresh blood, ma’am?” she asked, nodding to Carmen.  “If he didn’t look like he might break a sweat if she smiles, he could look like trouble,” she said, evaluating the man.<br/><br/>Across the room the cook came out to wave her spatula...or was it a knife?...at Irene.<br/><br/>“Damn...” Irene muttered.  “She wants to be rid of me quick if those steaks are done already.<br/>