Irene smiled.  "You called him Diablo when you got here," she said.  "Now he's Charlie horse?"  She shook her head, trying not to laugh at Sam.  "MUchas gracias, Tomas!" she called to the horse-keeper.<br/><br/>When Sam, seemingly high on sunlight and warm, fresh air, grabbed her and kissed her, she did laugh against his lips even as she twined her arms around his neck.  "Is this allowed by the bounty hunter handbook, Mr. Markham?"  She lifted his hat off of his head and pulled him closer for a better kiss.  "If it isn't, you're losing your sidekick right now," she said once she'd satisfied her need for his lips.<br/><br/>She pivoted back to lead him down the hill, the town lined up before them along the narrow chasm between plateaus.<br/><br/>"When it rains," she said, "which isn't often, this street can look like a river.  I've fallen more than once trying to cross to the general store," she said, pointing to Mr. Wang's business, the grizzled man coming out to sweep the board walk with fast, short jerks of his broom, glancing at the cloud of dirt like he was personally offended it had thought to take residence in front of HIS shop.<br/><br/>"Jail's right next to the store," she added, bobbing her head to the structure with the barred windows, the back half made of brick to hold in the worst of the Oasis citizenry.<br/><br/>"We're going for a ride later?" she asked, the idea just rolling around for her to grasp, now.  "What's on your mind, Agent?" she asked.