Irene and the grey fell in line with Sam and Diablo as they headed off towards the O'Rourke place.  She tried to recall the name Tim had called it when she'd first arrived.  She'd thought naming such a ramshackle place was rather pretentious and, unfortunately, it had shown on her face as amusement.<br/><br/>"He called it Artesia.  Tim did.  Called the ranch that.  The house was sturdy, mud brick and tile roof, but it wasn't a whole lot to look at."  She glanced around and sighed.  "Of course, I'm partial to cozy rooms with big windows....you know, like the Saguaro..."  She smiled.  "Anyhow, I learned what that means, and it's not accurate.  Not exactly.  But, the well does seem to be everlasting."<br/><br/>She gave the horse a squeeze and he extended his stride to walk abreast of Diablo.  "Sam, as to that family...  I don't know if it's reasonable of me to say anything or think this so soon...but, things are different.  I think we might be having a baby sooner rather than later."  She stared at him, gauging his reaction in his expression.