Catherine sighed the angered look on her face had gone. She felt as if she was reliving the moment, after that she began to head towards the door. She got to the saloon's porch and sat on the steps, soon another Irish voice came to her it was a man who was a bit older than her, the Irish cowhand sat by her and asked "You okay there lass?" Catherine nodded beside her tears. The man who some of his friends called Artur or Arty, shook his head as he said "No you're not lass..." Catherine then said getting impatient muttered "My names Catherine if you don't mind." Artur nodded and sat by her and put an arm on shoulder, looking at her face. Catherine was a beautiful girl, but that was taken away from Artur as his buddies called him over. Catherine waved, as Arty went to herd cattle.