Sun-dazzled, Irene didn't see Sam until he spoke.  And, then she grinned and stepped up for the kiss.<br/><br/>"And, you sir, are a handsome sight to see, tall as the cactus the saloon was named for," she said, her hand rubbing his back as he held her.<br/><br/>When they parted, both grinned.<br/><br/>"There isn't much that isn't part of the saloon.  Well, the church..."  She gestured beyond the saloon to the cross that rose to the sky.  "Do you want to check on your horse, Sam?"  Irene asked, but started to walk towards the stables around the back of the saloon.  They passed the Saguaro employees who ran the laundry, heating water and stirring steaming pots, wringing the fabric.  The scent of heated starch and damp laundry came from the structure where the nearly dry clothes were taken for pressing and folding.<br/><br/>Irene marched on to the stable, looking up to the second floor of the Saguaro where her room lay, making sure the shutters were still closed.  "Here's the stable."  Irene led the way to Sam's horse who was happily munching hay, his stall free of manure.  "They take very good care of the horses here," she said, stroking the barn cat as it walked along the top of the stall wall.<br/><br/>"Next?  Do you need to visit the Marshall?" she asked.