<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107518.msg5233242#msg5233242">Quote from: MistressofPen on 20-09-2011, 07:30:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Irene smiled calmly, breathing deeply to keep that calm within.... </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Sam watched her with the artist.  He was glad to see that she’d gotten comfortable with the process.  He chuckled aloud when he sent him a wink.  That told him that she was all right.  Irene’s voice was animated as she used her words to help Hardy make his drawings.<br/><br/>Sam stepped across and stood behind Mr. Hardy to look at the drawings when she announced her satisfaction with them.<br/><br/>“Very nicely done Mr. Hardy.  Thank you . . . we very much appreciate your help with this.  If I need you again in this capacity may I call on you?”<br/><br/>“Yes of course . . . you surely may.”<br/><br/>“The court has a set rate for services such as yours.  If you’d sign this voucher for me, I can pay you for your time.”<br/><br/>“Well that’s mighty fine of you Mr. Markham.  I don’t often get paid for this . . . I do appreciate it.  Where do you want me to sign?”<br/><br/>Sam handed the Judge’s order with an attached sheet showing and pointed to the signature line. Mr. Hardy placed it on his pad and signed at the indicated spot.  He stood and handed the papers back to Sam.  In exchange Sam handed Hardy some currency and the two men shook hands.<br/><br/>“I understand from the marshal that you have a press available.  Is it possible to have a dozen or so copies of these drawings printed up to show and leave with folks?  You’ll of course be paid for your time.”<br/><br/>“Why certainly . . . it will take most of a day to do that though.  If you come back tomorrow about this time, they should be ready for you.  Now . . . about that license?  Shall we proceed?  It’ll be on the house of course.  It’s nice to have seen how much you both care for each other . . . and frankly Misses O’Rourke . . . I think you’ve been treated quite shabbily by folks in this town.  I hope you get these bastards Mr. Markham . . . this town has had too many of this type . . . even with the marshal’s diligence.”