Sam blushed at the information Irene was sharing with him about their hosts.  It was something he’d heard of but he wasn’t sure how, but it wasn’t from any personal experience . . . until now.  That he’d not figured it out on his own he found a bit disconcerting given his usual awareness of what was going on with those around him.<br/><br/>“Oh gosh Irene . . . I don’t know why I didn’t put that together.”<br/><br/>He shrugged and rolled his eyes.  He looked back at her and smiled.  She was looking radiant. He could see that she liked teasing him when she had the chance.  He guessed he could manage that. He picked up the wine glass and looked at it and then at Irene who seemed to be watching him.<br/><br/>“Wine instead of beer huh?” Sam knew a lot about beer and very little about wine.  “So is the wine any good?”  He smirked at her.  “Or is that something else I should know?”<br/><br/>Sam turned his face back toward her as he considered her question about the rider.  He looked back over his shoulder at the window as if to refresh his memory.<br/><br/>“Yeah I saw him but only from the waist down.  I didn’t recognize the horse or his boots but then he was almost out of view when I looked.  I don’t know more than a couple or maybe three gents who ride in suits . . . and I believe one of the three might be dead though I don’t know that to be gospel.  That reminds me . . . one I know is a circuit riding preacher who likes to try and save those locked up by the law . . . and of course the Judge and there’s a professional gambler that’s always suited up.  I haven’t seen much gambling goin’ on here so I doubt he’d ride out this way on a whim. The judge sent me here so unless the marshal sent for him there’d be no reason for him to come down here. Did you see his face?  Was that what had you thinking you knew him?  It’s a small town and the marshal seems to be very vigilant so I suspect it shouldn’t be too hard to find out who he was if it’s in your craw to find out.”<br/><br/><br/>