<strong>Irene O'Rourke - Day Two</strong><br/><br/>Irene watched his hand slide down her arm.  She almost got goosebumps.  She focused steadily on the man, not letting emotion have any part of this transaction.  Being a whore was one thing, being a fool was a different thing entirely.<br/><br/>"No sir.  No paperwork," she answered as he shook her hand, feeling a mite confused, now.  And, then his blue, blue eyes smiled at her and he kissed her hand.  As he released her hand she pulled it back and made a show of wiping it on her hip.  "And, you really don't have to try to woo me.  It's pretty much a given that you're getting laid," she said.<br/><br/>"Where's your horse?  I'll have Tomas stable him in the back.  He's very good with horses," she said, moving down the bar to the break as one of the local girls came in from the back.  Irene explained the situation to the girl who nodded and took her place behind the bar.  Irene shifted out from behind the bar and crossed the big room to the entrance, walking to the edge of the terrace to look down at the hitching post.  "Well, guess that shortens the list," she mused of the two horses.  She had fifty-fifty odds of getting it right.  She glanced at the saddles, judged the length of the stirrups and chose the black horse.  The palomino just seemed a bit flashy, beautiful but flashy for the pale-eyed man buying her for the night.<br/><br/>Irene walked out, wearing her chemise and not particularly caring about it, or realizing it.  She was used to less clothes flapping about her legs than this, so she didn't bother to consider the action of the sun on the fabric.  Trotting down the curved steps, Irene walked up to the horse, eased the rein from the rail and led the beast to the back.  She gave his sleek neck a stroke, glanced at the saddle to find it well-worn, but cared for.<br/><br/>"Tomas?  Tengo otro caballo para su cuidado, Tomas."  She greeted the young man.  "Gracias, Tomas.  Senor Sam Markham's caballo."<br/><br/>The dark-eyed boy took the horse, speaking rapidly to it as they walked off to the stables.<br/><br/>Irene turned around to return to the Saloon, looking down at her dust-covered feet.  Senor Markham wasn't the only one in need of a bath, now.