Sam snorted at Irene’s jab at him that he was a greenhorn.  He shook his head as he listened to her idea of where they could get a good view of the ranch.  He grinned back when she tried to get out of him what he was thinking about the ranch.<br/><br/>Sam chuckled, “Nah . . . I think it will be better if my lovely, bright wife helps me sort out my theory once she’s taken a gander at it.  Maybe there’s enough water for my lovely wife and I to take a refreshing dip while Diablo and Freckles? Get refreshed . . . hmm?”<br/><br/>Diablo fell in behind Irene on Freckles.  Sam watched her move so fluidly with the grey horse.  She rode beautifully and seemed to be enjoying it.  They stayed in line all the way to the mesa as the track they were on was narrow and winding.  After an hour or so they were atop the mesa. The terrain opened up and Sam nudged Diablo up beside Irene’s grey. They rode in the direction Irene indicated.  Sam halted them back from the edge which overlooked the ranch below.  He took his sniper scope from his saddle bag and dismounted. He walked forward with Irene until they found an out cropping to settle behind and have a full view of the ranch.<br/><br/>“Darlin . . . take a look through here and just give me your impressions.”<br/><br/>Sam removed the lense covers and handed the scope to Irene.<br/><br/>“Just tell me what you see and how things seem based upon the last time you were there.”