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Chapter 4: Samuel Hawkins-5
“You gonna tell me what’s goin’ on?” Dexter asked Sam as they sat at the long trestle table after the men had finished eating and had gone their separate ways. Tanner was clearing off the remains of dinner. “I don’t know what you mean,” Sam countered. “Well, ya been here a month now. At first, ya seemed pretty satisfied. But now ya seem sad somehow. So, what’s goin’ on?” Sam considered what to say. He liked Dexter. He liked all the men he trapped with. He appreciated the way Dexter had taken him on. However, two things weighed heavily on him. One he would share with the man. The secret he was guarding he couldn’t. Finally, he said, “I guess I’m still more Indian than I thought.” “Meanin’?” Sam sighed. “I know white men look at things differently than do Indians. They look at life in
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