Sam grinned and nodded his head as Irene winked at him as the water caused his flesh to get like goose flesh.  The coolness felt good but the crawling feeling in his skin he could have done without.  He swung up onto Diablo quite easily.  With a small smile he watched his wife’s technique as she mounted Freckles.<br/><br/>Sam followed Irene as she and Freckles found their way back to the trail.  As he listened to her answer about the land he wondered why land with water so obviously available would be unclaimed or unmarked.  Water he thought would be the key to establishing a thriving ranch or homestead.<br/><br/>It seemed to Sam that it was an easier ride back to town. It was every bit as hot but he knew what was at the end of the trail unlike the ride out had been. Most of the way back he was picturing the scenario Irene had shared about what she wanted once they were back to her room.  It was hard for him not to grin all the way back to the Saguaro.<br/><br/>When they made it back to the stables they both dismounted and brushed down the horses.  Sam was tending to Diablo when he looked up and saw his wife looking over the stall wall and watching him.  What she’d said to him was quite motivational.  He stood smiling and watched Irene as she walked back to the Saguaro.  There was something a little extra in the sway of her hips he thought as she headed toward the bar.<br/><br/>Sam scooped out some grain for his big horse and dumped it into a feed bucket.  He quickly filled the water bucket and set it for Diablo’s easy access.  As Diablo snuffled and dipped his head into the grain bucket Sam patted the horse’s neck and said goodbye.  Sam strode toward the bar with quick long strides and was quickly inside.  He looked about the place as was his habit before he climbed the stairs to her room.  Sam took the stairs two at a time.  At the top of the stairs he headed directly to her door.  He knocked quietly before he entered.<br/><br/>