Irene woke slowly.  Her brain felt disconnected from her body for a moment and then she remembered where she was once more.  Sometimes, she forgot where she lived, where she was waking up when she'd slept too soundly.<br/><br/>Sam was curled around her and the room was stifling hot.  Irene eased out of bed and went to the windows to open the shutters on the late evening sky.  She moved around the dark room with ease, making use of the chamber pot and running a still-damp cloth over her neck and down her arms to try to cool off.<br/><br/>Going somewhere cold seemed like a very good idea to Irene.  She moved back to the room and checked the pitcher for water.  It was full, so she poured a glass and drank it down.<br/><br/>She looked at the bed where Sam.  She'd married him.  She'd sworn never to marry again and here she was hitched to a lawman.  Smiling, she shook her head and watched as Sam seemed to realize he was alone in the big bed.  A hand moved as if seeking her and she sighed.<br/><br/>"Thirsty, Sam?" She asked quietly, in case he was still sleeping.