Irene tilted her head as the woman kissed her hand.  But, she just laughed.<br/><br/>"I've noticed the dipping and drolling of your tongue, Cameron," Irene chuckled, hands in her pockets as she sauntered next to the woman.<br/><br/>As Cameron departs for the hilltop whorehouse, Irene wonders if the girl realized that she worked there.<br/><br/>She threw back her head, laughing, and trotted after Cameron.<br/><br/>"You beat me to the saloon, I'll buy you a round," she said, running past the girl.<br/><br/>There'd be other days and better light to follow the three bastards.  Her fury was spent, for the time being.  But, it seemed always to simmer not too far below the surface.<br/><br/>---> to the Saguaro Saloon...