Sam's questions amused her.  She guessed her education, before life in the Saloon, had been pretty narrow as to the ways of the world.  She crooked a finger at Sam and leaned in to hiss, "Louis and Phillip are together.  They are tolerated, mostly because Louis is a dead shot and anyone who chooses to take offense to his way of life would have to deal with him.  Phillip and our oriental market man share some sort of hand-to-hand combat skill and no one dares to bother them.  But, you might be looked upon as a fancy man, even in my company," she said, winking.  "Me being what I used to be and all."<br/><br/>"As to the meal, I'd never let Louis know that I know what true coq au vin should be like.  He'd likely ban me.  And, despite his bristles, I rather like not being on a menu myself; they're easy to be around...for me--I'm safe.  And, I am afraid they serve only wine.  They drink everything when they come to the saloon, but only wine here."<br/><br/>She sipped the last of her sparkling wine and said.  "Did that rider look familiar to you?  I'm now doubting my own instincts and memories, Sam.  But, there was something familiar about that man who rode throuh...in the suit."