Sam watched Irene with Mr. Wang.  She was a natural with people it seemed to him.  She knew how to read them and how to make them comfortable and when appropriate . . . uncomfortable.  As she wound up her conversation with the shopkeeper, Sam tipped his hat in a goodbye gesture and nodded in agreement with what Irene had said to the man.<br/><br/>“Yes thank you sir . . . we’ll be back I’m sure.”<br/><br/>Sam held the door for her and placed his hand in the small of her back as they stepped out onto the boardwalk.  Sam grinned broadly as Irene good naturedly chided him for making her laugh so raucously.  He didn’t say a word in response.  He merely kissed her.<br/><br/>In response to her asking about seeing the Marshal, Sam nodded affirmatively.<br/><br/>“We have overlapping jurisdictions . . . it’s good practice for me to let him know that I’m around.  He might already know that, but it’s best that he hears it from me.  If there are questions that you want to ask while I’m there with you just let me know, otherwise it’s probably best that we treat this as an official visit and I do all the talking aside from the pleasantries.  I have warrants that I may need his help executing.”<br/><br/>Sam took her into his arms and kissed her softly.  Holding her loosely he winked at her.<br/><br/>“All this walking has tired me a bit.  Maybe we should go back to you room and rest up some after our visit with the marshal.”<br/><br/>He kissed her again and then took her hand as he walked with her to the Marshal’s office.