They were walking together but it didn’t seem to Sam that she was really with him or was angry at him or about something.  A way down the street from the marshal’s office where they’d not be seen by him without his coming out into the street Sam stopped and touched her arm.<br/><br/>“Sooo Irene . . . I’m guessing by your glum expression and you’re not speaking to me that I’ve missed something or pissed you off, huh?  Or you don’t see any value to the drawings . . . ”  Sam stroked her arm.  “We don’t need to do anything . . . no drawings . . . no riding.  I thought this what you wanted to do . . . this is how I know to do it . . . but all you have to do is say no.”  Sam paused as she was clearly somewhere else in her thoughts.  “What’s in your craw honey?  A man can get a little lonely talking to himself out here.”<br/>