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He returned some time later with his load of pelts. After bringing them into the trading post, he laid them on an empty table. The men gathered around. There were exclamations of admiration for the quality of the barter. Sam looked expectantly around the group. The man with the yellow hair was not there. “Hold on there,” Dexter said with a laugh. “Don’t wanna give this here fella the idea he can get some extra outta me.” He turned to Sam. “Only joshin’. This here’s good stuff. I ain’t ‘fraid to give you top dollar.” Sam smiled his thanks. “I’m goin’ to have to trust you, Dexter,” he said. “Having been raised among the people, I don’t have a handle on how your money works.” “You can trust me, son,” Dexter replied. Sam felt he could. Dexter and his assistant, Tanner, carefully went ove