<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107518.msg5259020#msg5259020">Quote from: MistressofPen on 26-09-2011, 07:21:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Day three<br/><br/>...Men came away carrying a body on a plank.  The crowd parted to let them through and Irene halted, stepping back out of the way, mouth opened in an O at the bullet holes in the man's body and head.  She clutched Sam's arm in surprised horror.<br/><br/>"What on earth---?" she muttered.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Yeah . . . It looks like someone met an unhappy end darlin’ . . . you don’t need to see that.”<br/><br/>Sam gathered Irene in toward him as he moved them toward the saloon and against the crowd which seemed to be anxiously following the horror.  Sam knew how to use his weapons . . . and he was very good at it but he preferred to bring ‘em in alive.  He liked to see them answer for their crimes.  He also knew and believed that self-defense was entirely legitimate.  There was no telling yet what had gone down here, but he was glad that Irene had been absent for it.<br/><br/>“Bullets have no respect for the human body . . . that’s for sure.  I don’t think he looked like any of the men that you and Hardy drew.”<br/><br/>They made slow but steady progress toward the saloon.  It seemed that whatever had gone down had been in the street and not inside the saloon.  Sam was relieved for that.  All he wanted was their time without it being impinged upon by the sleazy world around them.  They both needed to be cleansed by their love for each other.  Sam thought he saw the marshal with a woman going inside the building but he and Irene were still a far piece away from them to be sure.<br/><br/>“Hey honey is there anyway to get away from this crowd and inside to your room?”