Irene chuckld as the water dripped onto am's shirt.  "Feels good, doesn't it?"  She winked and then led Freckles to a little dip where she'd have an easier time mounting.  She jumped up and swung her leg over Freckle's back as she lay across his withers.  She grunted and sat up, adjusting her skirt for comfort and propriety.<br/><br/>"THis land?  I don't.  And, I don't really care.  No fences, no livestock, all's good."  She eased Freckles back around to head over the hill, down and around back to town.<br/><br/>Irene dismounted in the stableyard and then brushed him well.  She walked him a bit, checking his chest for heat.  He was warm, but not too warm.  She put him into his stall and watched Sam as he dealt with Diablo.  She stepped onto an overturned bucket and leaned on the top of the stall wall to watch Sam.<br/><br/>"Sam, I don't mean to be crude, but you are a fine-looking man and watching you run your hands over Diablo makes me wish I was him," she said.  "I'll meet you in the room..."  She smiled and stepped down from the bucket, walking back to the Saguaro.