Chapter 25
Sam became uneasy with this description of the work he’d be doing. Raised as an Indian, he had been taught you only killed for food when necessary. They used the skins for shelter and clothing and the bones to make tools. They did not approve of killing for the sake of killing.
“Yeah,” Russell was saying, “we gotta go ferther south now. Lots of settlers movin’ in up north and them Frenchies are takin’ over that territory for trappin’ and tradin’. Game’s getting harder to find all the time.”
About that time, Bernard, who seemed to be the man in charge of the operation, turned in his saddle and addressed the group. “We’re about a mile from camp. Russell, you take Sam and hunt us up some dinner. We’ll go on ahead and get things set.”
Sam and Russell voiced their assent to the plan, pulled up and dismounted. They tethered the horses and began to make their way through the woods.
“You need to get yourself a saddle,” Russell said.