Dukey watched as Mac explained things, and questioned Clara, noticing the familiarity with which he touched her, getting more and more upset. Was he jealous of this religious man? No, he couldn't be...could he?<br/><br/>Then Clara jumped up and went outside, just as Dukey was about to object. He stood up, and thanked the Minister for coming. "I, uhh...I should go check on her. Thank you, Minister. It was a pleasure meeting you."<br/><br/>He walked outside just in time to see Clara throw down the cigarette and extinguish it with her foot.<em>She drinks <strong>and</strong> smokes,</em>he thought. It seemed he had a lot to learn about her.<br/><br/>He followed her, unnoticed, to the barn, and watched her prep Piranha. He stepped out of the shadows, and asked, "...and just where do you think you're going, little lady?" in his best John Wayne imitation. "You look to be itchin' for a ride off into the sunset. I think it's only fair if I join ya." Piranha snorted, and Dukey remained calm, taking a breath and swallowing back his fear. "So, whaddya say, ma'am? You gonna leave all those that care about ya, and would miss ya, or allow an old fella like me to enjoy your company on yer horse, there?"