Irene smiled calmly, breathing deeply to keep that calm within.  And, then, Mr. Hardy didn't act oddly towards her at all.  When he led her to the window, he was actually quite nice.  She ran over the descriptions again, closing her eyes have a better recollection.  The man listened intently, making marks on his pad.<br/><br/>"I'll do a body-type sketch," he said.  "Then, we can focus on their faces.  Is that all right, Missus O'Rourke?"<br/><br/>"Yes, of course," Irene said, glancing at the counter, at the beautiful Mexican lady who waited on Sam.  She saw Sam appreciate her appearance, but as soon as he'd signed the paper, his eyes came back to her.  Smiling, she winked at Sam.<br/><br/>Mr. Hardy turned his pad for her to look and she nodded.  "The other man had the same...rounded physique, but his legs were a bit bowed and he was just a couple inches shorter.  The taller man had the knife on his right thigh and the gun set backwards on his left hip..."<br/><br/>Mr. Hardy smiled.  "I'm good, Missus O'Rourke, but not that fast."<br/><br/>"Sorry."  Irene smiled back at the man and watched him continue to sketch.<br/><br/>He made them silhouettes, giving a hint of the clothing they wore, a little light mark left here and there to suggest facial features.  But, when he set to drawing their faces, he had Irene talk him through, shifting so she could see him draw each line.  Working together, understanding what Irene was describing, the man made amazing likenesses of the people Irene had encountered at the Saguaro.<br/><br/>"Sam, look," Irene said.  "Mr. Hardy has them perfectly."