"Not so bad these days. Back in the day, you could just ice skate all the way from here to Deadwood." Sam rolled his eyes at Bobby sounding like an old man, but he couldn't deny the wave of fondness. "I've turned up the heating for you city boys. Sammy, get your luggage and bring it up to your old room. I ain't about to do it and your sweetheart here is our guest."

He rolled further into the living room, gesturing Harry along. "Have a seat. You want a beer or something? Or is that not your style?"

"Be right back," Sam assured Harry, kissing his cheek and heading back outside to get their stuff, as instructed.