Irene chuckled.  "I don't know what you thought you might see...or that I might see.  This was done years ago, Sam.  It's buried with Tim.  And--well, that's fine with me."  She maneuvered Freckles into a position by a rock and jumped to lay across his back, swinging one leg over while pivoting on her hips.  She fought her skirt into place and shifted about some to make things a bit more comfortable, then pointed to the dry creek.  "Nothing up top, but you dig a bit and you'll hit groundwater.  I wouldn't want to risk crossing someone else's land, maybe pissing them off."  She smiled and neck-reined freckles about to turn back the way they'd come.<br/><br/>"And, once they have a sip, I'm thinking the saloon sounds good.   When we leave here, we'll do so at night," she added.  "And, none too soon."