Sam was embarrassed.  It felt a bit like guilt too.  He’d not cheated on her,  it was Irene that brought on his need.  He was flummoxed about what he should say to her if anything.  He sipped his coffee and quietly ate some of his breakfast.  It was very good which made him smile.<br/><br/>“Well . . . we talked about you showing me the town . . . then we were going to make love . . . maybe see what the Marshal knows . . . make love . . . check on my horse . . . maybe take a ride out of town . . . Do you have a horse Irene?”  He’d kind of assumed that she had one or access to one.  “Then make some more  love . . . you know bounty hunting work.”<br/><br/>He grinned sheepishly at her when he noticed that she was grinning into her coffee cup.  Her eyes told him it was about him.  He rolled his eyes and opened his arms and hands out.<br/><br/>“All right . . . what is it?  If you’re not careful Irene . . . you’ll either choke on your sausage or spray your coffee everywhere . . . what’s so funny?”