She looked up when he came through the door and old memories returned to haunt her for a brief moment. As clear as day she could see her husband walking in, stomping his dirty boots on the spike he had nailed to the porch to free them of mud before he got his ear chewed out for treading it all over her clean house. Sarah found her gaze moving to the floor, half expecting to see muddy boots but only saw dust covered ones of the Marshall. He didn't work the fields after all, why would they be caked in anything else. His voice sounded as shaken as she felt and just after getting her hand to keep the gun steady, she feared that it would shake again in her grasp. She uttered the same word back, waiting for him to show her the door as her hand cocked the gun again and held it before her. Her hand was impeccably straight and she exhaled slowly with satisfaction.<br/><br/>The thud on the table startled her and she glanced upwards, potatoes! Was he expecting her to cook as well? She figured it was the least she could do to earn her keep about here. Standing up she slid her gun back into its holster and dragged the bag of spuds from the table and put it down before the cupboard door near the porcelain sink. Taking a few out she began to scrub them when he returned, Sarah didn't look at him directly but from the corner of her eye could see he had freshened up. She had cleaned herself but after considering his words, she glanced at her own apparel. She didn't really care what she wore but felt better and less the victim in the trousers and waistcoat.<br/><br/>After another moment she put down the small knife she had been using on the potatoes and wiping her hands clean walked to the master bedroom again. Taking a deep breath she opened the closet and stared inside at the women's clothing. They all looked about her size and taking out the plainest she could find stared at it a long time before placing it on the bed. Her feet kicked off each boot one at a time before she undid her trousers and slid them from her long slender legs. Undoing her waistcoat she let that fall to the ground as well and reaching for the dress, realised she would be completely bare beneath it.<br/><br/>Wearing no undergarments while wearing trousers was one thing but with a dress it was another completely. She couldn't go rooting around in the drawers and didn't think she could get up the nerve to actually ask the Marshall where his dead wife kept her undergarments. There was nothing for it but to just pull the dress on and be done with it. She did so but turned her back to face the mirror, using it to try to help her fasten the back ties to the dress.