<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107518.msg5177167#msg5177167">Quote from: MistressofPen on 08-09-2011, 07:32:15</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">. . . She sighed.  "I'm just frustrated, Sam.  Ignore me."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>In the midst of their handshake and Marshal Wrynn’s earnest warning he suddenly dropped Sam’s hand and walked to the window and then to the door as if in a daze.  Sam was dumbfounded as the Marshal walked out into the street.<br/><br/>Irene’s expression of her amazement and confusion stated his own as Sam moved over to stand by her as the marshal returned, walked past them and sat at his desk.  As he took a healthy slug of whiskey from a bottle in his desk drawer, he warned them again about Fort Mercer and then dismissed them.  Sam took Irene’s elbow and they walked out onto the boardwalk.<br/><br/>“Let’s do the drawings darlin’ . . . when folks have them we will have added eyes open for them, and I’ll know who we’re going after.  I like knowing that I’ve got the right man in my sights.”<br/><br/>Sam hugged and kissed her.<br/><br/>“Irene . . . I will never ignore you.  Let’s see the clerk and then let’s take some time for us.  I want to make love to you . . . and I intend to take my time at it.  Then we can have our ride.”