"I most certainly will not..." Irene started when the back door opened and the two men were faced-off.<br/><br/>She heaved a sigh that might have rattled rafters if the structure had any.  "Marshal, it's me...Irene O'Rourke and this is Sam Markham...Fugitive Apprehension Agent," she said, testing a smile.  "Sam, it's all right...you should both lower your guns."<br/><br/>She muttered about men and their toys and how it would be if women ran the world there would be less killing, possibly more yelling, but less killing...<br/><br/>"Gentlemen...?" She added.