Stranger

"Yeah... okay." Jim nods in agreement. "No hurry for now, but if I get a chance to talk to Wes, I will and see what he has to say."

Hearing laughter coming from the direction of Sparky and Faith again, he looks in their direction. Shrugging lamely, he gets up from the table to prepare for lunch. "I'll catch you later."

Gunner closes his eyes for a moment and breaths a long sigh. Bree was safe. That's all he needed to know. Looking at Angelica again, he gives her a little nod. "Thank you." Relief was in his gaze now. As long as Bree was safe, he didn't care what happened.

He gives her another nod, knowing about Hope. He had figured she'd wind up at the ranch and was just as glad that apparently Scott had a good excuse. Gunner didn't like him being more involved but... he knew the others were smart enough not to get caught.

"I appreciate what you're doing, Angelica." And he meant it. "I know that sometimes I get myself into scrapes and I do things the wrong way but... whether you can get me out of here or not, I appreciate the effort. If you actually do hear anything more... I really would like to know somehow how Bree is and if she's alright after getting her out. They did some pretty nasty stuff to her. Don't know how to prove it but... I'm hoping JT has a handle on that."

Gage shakes his head and gives Sapphire a little smile. "No... I think I'd like to walk. I need some time to think. Thanks, though. I had a good time today."

Ambling around into her cubicle, he glances at what she's doing before reaching down to run a finger along her face. "You're too good to me, Saph. But I don't know what I'd do without you."

Bending down he gives her a soft kiss on the lips. "Call me tomorrow?"

Hearing an unfamiliar knock and sensing a stranger, a low growl comes from Trooper's throat and he stands up, walking a couple steps towards the door.

Jason looks up from his desk, cautious. "Easy,"

Trooper looks at him, then back at the door, standing down but still growling a little.

Jason puts a hand to the gun on his hip. "It's open," he calls.

The massive dog tenses as the door is opened, sniffing the air and letting his throat rumble.

Jason lifts an eyebrow, seeing the attractive dark haired woman. She did not look like a threat. He gives a short but sharp whistle.

Trooper immediately obeys, turning and ambling over to the end of the desk to lie down, though he still watches this newcomer.

Jason waves to the woman. "It's alright, you can come in. He won't bother you." He looks to her with question. "Can I help you?"