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Chapter 5: The Cabin-1
Chapter 5: The Cabin Following the directions Dexter had given him, Sam rode south, away from the trading post in the warm October sunshine. The men had given him a fair send-off. They all seemed sorry to see him leave; no one more so than Russell, who had shed some tears at their parting. Sam rode uncomfortably. He had decided to get a saddle. He figured he would fit in better in the white man’s world, with fewer questions, if he looked more like one of them. He didn’t like having his movement restricted, nor did he care for feeling out of touch with the horse beneath him. Along with the saddle had come a rifle. This was a gift from the men. He figured Russell was at the bottom of that as, despite being impressed with Sam’s prowess with a bow, he still often expressed his opinion on th
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