November 5, 1900

Bisbee. 

This afternoon I walked into the Stock Exchange where Cas was spinning tunes on the record player. There was a few people dancing and I greeted everyone as then looked over at Irish as we danced. “Irish, I found a bunch of journals from when I was a child... That chief of the tribe you were with and my father... turns out they were real close.” 

“Oh?" Irish looked over at me questioningly. 

“Turns out the Blackfoot and Apache were real... close with each other.” 

“What did you find out so far Miss Trin.. am I wanted somewhere or something?” Irish asked. 

“Don’t know if you knew Irish... my father was third generation Apache... Making me fourth. Which I had found out back in 1870… Irish we’re…” I shifted on my feet. 

“No, I didn’t know that,” he smiled. 

I stepped closer to him as the others continued to dance and said, “Irish... I found a family tree. Based on the members in the tribe… My grandmother and her grandmother were friends as children… When she married the chief... well... my father was their son. Irish your mother was the chief’s daughter..” I said and he nodded. “The Apache Chief and the Blackfoot chief were related by marriage…” 

“That I knew from grandmother,” Irish nodded. 

“Irish we’re… We’re related.” 

“How so Miss Trin?” 

“We’re cousins, Irish,” I looked at him, unsure how I felt about it and he simply nodded. “Maybe we should get a drink…?” 

“Miss Trin I don’t drink even on special occasions,” he smiled. “Coffee?” 

“Was going to suggest. They have good coffee here. And please... no ‘miss’. We’re family, remember?” I grinned at him. 

“Irish coffee?!” Spank grinned.

“Well, I know I will have some of that, Spank,” I chuckled. 

We continued to dance and drank coffee and whiskey and I held up my glass to Irish. “A toast? To family, and leaving the past where it belongs.” 

“Yes, in the past,” Irish touched his cup to mine and smiled, drinking the coffee. “You’re right, this is good coffee…” 

“So cuz... you got a job yet?” I asked him. 

“Not yet… Been looking though… I have been looking at the stables in Benson…” he said. 

I started to say something but then bit my tongue. “Oh?” 

“Strictly others’ horses for rent… only,” Irish laughed. 

“Hey, I was leaving it where it belonged. You brought it up,” I nudged him and he nudged me back. “Irish, maybe you should settle down in Bisbee.” 

“I sorta met someone over in Benson… and told her I would help her paint and set up her new shop,” Irish looked down and blushed. 

“Oh did you?” I smiled at him and talked with Mack about how he wanted to become a lawman. I then looked over at Irish and asked, “So cuz, when am I gonna meet this lady?” 

“Soon I hope she is out of town right now.. but should be back soon.” 

“Maybe you and her and Thomas and I could get together sometime,” I smiled. 

“ I don’t know when though… she is almost as shy as I am,” Irish grinned. 

“You’re hardly shy,” I chuckled. 

“Around girls I am,” he blushed and when Spank grinned he said, “Dang it Spank you’ll just make it worse…” 

“That must be good whiskey or whatever it is, everyone’s faces is turnin’ red,” Cas commented. 

“I didn’t spike his drink, Cas,” I laughed. 

“I did not make it.. I only help out once in a while as a favor to Cas. I am not employed her,” Paisley said. “You got it for him Trin.” 

“I believe ya Trin,” Spank said. 

“But I only poured whiskey in mine.” 

“Miss Paisley knows how tongue tied I get around the Ladies..” Irish laughed. 

“I sure do…” Paisley nodded. “You need a woman Irish… You will not be as uncomfortable then.” 

“Seems he’s got one over in Benson,” I winked at Irish. “Well I need to go and see if there’s anything productive I should be doing.” I put a hand on Irish’s arm and hugged him tightly, saying, “It’s nice to have some family around..” 

“It is,” Irish nodded. 

“I’ll see you soon Irish? I want to introduce you to Thomas and the kids sometime.” 

“I would like that,” he smiled and nodded. 

“Have a good night, all!” I waved and headed out of the saloon.