Sam responded to her glance and her statement.<br/><br/>“I have no doubt that you do Irene . . . thank heavens”<br/><br/>He turned his attention to the marshal.<br/><br/>“Marshal . . . you mentioned gangs on the outskirts of town . . . I think you said.  Can you tell me more about them?  It would seem likely that these two that Irene and her boss dispatched on their way might be part of something like that.”<br/><br/>Sam wanted to hug her and kiss her but in front of this man it seemed ill-advised.  Instead he casually moved his foot to rest up against Irene’s closest as he shifted his body in the chair.<br/><br/>“If we had a drawing of these two it would be helpful.  You have anyone in town with that talent?”<br/><br/>The question was open to both Irene and the marshal.  He was angry with himself for not having thought of it when Irene told him of the man with Tim’s knife.