Irene enjoyed the kiss and the embrace, glad he hadn't made her swear to follow his rules.  She did fear that, if they came close to the killers, she might not be a sensible person at all.  She met his serious eyes with serious eyes of her own.  "He is with a good family who needed a horse.  They were heading West and...well, things hadn't been going well for them, either.  So, no...he's not mine to find."<br/><br/>She took the "napkins" from the tray and made sure nothing would fall off the tray when Sam carted it downstairs.  She checked the room, recalling to gather the sheets and take them with her to give to the laundry.  Two sets.  What would that start? she wondered.<br/><br/>Irene was about to open the door when she remembered the towels and hurried to get them, too.  Her arms heaped with linen and towels, she eyed Sam's tray, smiling.  "The kitchen is directly to the left...across the way downstairs.  I'll take the laundry to the wash house and meet you in front of the Saloon in ten minutes.  All right?  Unless you want me to wait for you..."