<strong>Day Three- Morning</strong>...momentarily alone<br/><br/>Sam thought to himself as the door closed behind Irene, ‘Sweetheart . . . then you’ll be used to it, because I intend to never not say it.’  He was smiling . . . real smiles . . . not put on ones for the politicians and the citizenry for his work.  For that alone he loved her.  She made him feel good again.  The job could sour you he knew . . . only seeing the bad . . . the dark side of humanity and the pain it left behind.  That had him thinking Irene.  He really needed to get her some closure . . . some finality . . . good or bad.<br/><br/>He got out of bed and snooped about her room just out of curiosity and a degree of boredom.  It was, he rationalized a way to connect with her . . . to learn a little something more about her.  One thing he had noticed but now knew was that Irene was neat.  She kept her things organized and it showed in her tidy room.  She kept things simple, too.  He wasn’t sure if that was a matter of taste or necessity.  He glanced over at his saddlebags and pulled them up on the table.  Because it seemed like work to Sam, he pulled out his warrants with a sigh.  He was determined that he wasn’t going to be working when it was his time with Irene.<br/><br/>There were a couple . . . three or four . . . that he wanted to show her to see if they matched the guy she’d seen in the bar with the knife.  The pictures on the wanted posters weren’t always the best, but there were written descriptions in the warrants as well.  One thing he wanted to look into was who ended up with Irene’s ranch.  It just didn’t seem right that she had nothing.  She should have inherited it, at least in his mind.  Of course he wasn’t a slick lawyer, just a public servant.<br/><br/>He left the papers face down on the table for them to look at after they’d eaten and he made love to her again.  He grinned as his cock twitched.  Saying ‘I love you’ wasn’t going to be the only regular part of their daily routine.  He’d teased her some about her going out on the trail with him, but he knew she was serious about it and so was he.   He knew that they’d work well together.  Besides, now that he thought about it, making love to Irene out on the trail, under the stars definitely had a lot of appeal for him.  That was more  than a little change from when he’d thought of sleeping out there ordinarily.  Maybe she was making a romantic out of him.  His grizzled, cynical heart seemed to have opened up to life again.<br/><br/>“God damn it . . . but she is a wonder.”<br/><br/>Sam grabbed some drawers out of his bags so he’d not have to walk around naked until she returned.  Following Irene’s example, he went into the tub room to freshen up as well, though he hated losing the scent of her on his body.  His cock was thick and heavy so he stroked himself a little and ran his hands over his balls and his crotch before washing the area.  He brought his hands to his face and inhaled deeply the aphrodisiac scent of her juices mingled with his own body odor.  He sighed as it made him hard almost instantly.  When he licked his fingers and tasted her on them his erection expelled a bubble of his clear slick precum.  He smeared it over the head of his cock, and groaned aloud with his need for her.  Unsure of what else to do, Sam washed himself down there thoroughly with the cloth and some soap which gave him some relief.  “God but I want her,” he said aloud to the empty room as he unceremoniously came.<br/>