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Later that night, Sam sat alone by the fire at his camp in the forest. Russell had asked him to stay with him. He’d said he had a room over the trading post. Sam had been tempted after what had transpired between them as he had changed clothes, but declined the invitation. He needed to be alone, to let his emotions catch up with the external changes that had taken place. He stared into the fire. He wished the bear would appear once again. He wanted to ask the spirit guide of the white side of his being if he was on the right path. But there was to be no reassurance that night. So, alone in the forest by the fire, Samuel Hawkins fell asleep. Morning came, and Sam busied himself taking care of his needs and those of his horses. As he went about these tasks, he found he was restless, feeling