<strong>Sam Markham on his way to the Saloon...Day 2</strong><br/><br/>(http://file.walagata.com/w/frida_d/Elliquiy/Sam.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>Sam Markham had been on the trail for several days, literally riding the parameter of the Court’s circuit and jurisdiction.  He’d been a Texas Ranger...that was true enough.  But while in that service he’d never been in this part of the territory along the Mexican border.  In his saddle bags he had a file of bulletins on wanted felons and unsolved crimes.  A handful of those bulletins had connections to this part of Texas and Oasis in particular.<br/><br/>Enforcing the law was going to have to wait for a while though.  Sam was parched and in need of a room so once he was in the town of Oasis he headed  directly to the Saguaro Saloon.  He hitched his horse to the rail in some shade, swung his saddle bags over his shoulder and removed the sheathed rifle from his saddle and walked directly to the Saloon.  He sighed as he walked into the relatively cool interior of the saloon.<br/><br/>He grinned broadly as his eyes rested on the lone person in his line of sight.  She was a toothsome beauty who looked quite content as she rested at the table.  Sam quietly put his bags in a chair by the bar and walked quietly over to it.  He laid the rifle on the polished bar top and leaded against it so he could see the entrance and the woman sitting at the table.  She was pretty enough to look at that he could postpone slaking his thirst for a while.  Yes she was awfully pretty.