Sam nodded as he answered her.<br/><br/>“Yeah . . . I don’t know what I expected either.  It was a longshot for sure.  It would have been way too easy anyway I guess.  I was pondering what you said about his family winning it in a card game or such.  It occurred to me that that gave the original family a motive to want to get it back.  I figured if the run-down condition you described had been addressed by the former prideful owners, it would give us something to look into.”<br/><br/>Sam slipped his scope back into his saddlebag and then swung himself up into the saddle. He patted the horse’s neck and clucked and Diablo turned and followed Irene’s horse back onto the homeward trail.<br/><br/>“Yep the saloon sounds like a good plan.”  Sam grinned broadly at his wife as he enjoyed the view he had of her as she rode ahead of him.  “Your room sounds even better Darlin.  I’ve had enough desert for today...but not you.”<br/>