Sam nodded as he listened intently to the marshal.  Whatever his impressions were of the man, he clearly knew who and what he was up against.<br/><br/>“Thanks for the background . . . it helps.  Seems like you have your hands full with enough challenges to keep you more than busy.  Based on the description Irene gave it doesn’t sound likely that these two cretins are mixed up with the Mexicans.  Even among the Mexican outlaws . . .  I never knew too many that would have tolerated the likes of those two puercos.  If they have an affiliation with any of your gangs, I’d bet on one of the northern ones, though their head gear didn’t match what you said about the miners, if I heard you right.”<br/><br/>Sam stood and offered his hand to the marshal.<br/><br/>“I was headed to see the clerk anyway next so I can see about getting a drawing done with Irene.  Thanks for your time sir.  You’ve given me a lot of information to consider.  If the one you got has anything to offer, I’d be much obliged if you’d let me know.  I’m staying in a room at the saloon while I’m here.  Thanks again . . . and if you ever need anything from me . . . just ask marshal.”<br/><br/>Sam turned to Irene and nodded toward the door.<br/><br/>“It looks like we’ve got some more touring to do Irene.  You up to trying to describe either of those two so a drawing can be made?”<br/>