Irene grinned, swinging along by the much taller man.  She glanced his way as he praised her body once more.  Funny, when he said it, she liked it; when others said similar things, she just didn't believe them.<br/><br/>"Wang, darlin' Sam.  The poor chap was saddled with the name 'Wang.'  I believe it's sometimes a nickname for a cock," she said, noticing a man glance over at her use of the word.  He gave her a long look and one of<strong>those</strong>smiles, the kind that said he knew what you were.  His eyes roved over her and rested on the badge at her hip.  The man was surprised and his expression changed to one that might exist on the face of prey.  Irene smiled.  "He's wondering what I might know about him that could hurt him," she whispered to Sam.  "I only know he's been to the saloon and been to the second floor."  She shrugged.  "Even if I don't get to shoot anyone, this badge might be fun," she said.<br/><br/>Irene hurried across the narrow, dusty road and bounced up the steps to the sidewalk, pulling open the door for Sam to enter, grinning all the while.<br/><br/>"Mr. Wang has just about everything a body could want," Irene said.