9 am found sam in the kitchen, making a breakfast he had not had in a long while. it had been years since he had even slept in a house, never mind had a full larder. So this morning they were going to eat a good breakfast...especially for what he had planned. ice boxes were wonderful things, and soon the house was filled with the scent of biscuits and gravy, sausage and even a couple of steaks. He had not only helped his father cook, being as young as he was on the ranch he often got stuck with the cooks, both in the ranch and on the trail and had picked up a few things. He had already bathed by this point, and was wearing blue shirt, black trousers and his normal boots. He wasn't dressed for high society by any means, more like new work clothes.

Sam wasn't just good with a gun, he was good with a knife too, often spinning the blade flat across his hand while working. when you hunted and cleaned a lot of your own food knife skills were important, the spinning was just a habit picked up to look impressive in front of other people that stuck. If Cerise didn't wake soon he would go and get her, but for now he was finishing the cooking. after yesterday and what he had planned today, he wanted to butter her up as much as possible.