Chapter 22
“Seem to ‘member he had a son. What was ‘is name? Soarin’ somethin’.”
“Soaring Hawk,” someone else added.
“That musta been you.”
“Yes,” Sam said simply, doing his best to hide the misery he was feeling at his betrayal of his people.
As he raised his eyes to meet those of the man speaking to him, he saw, standing beyond the group gathered in the trading area, another man. This man was not dressed in animal skins as the trappers and traders were, but rather in a shirt of an unfamiliar material in a pattern of overlapping squares. Sam immediately felt a strong stirring in his groin. The man had a handsome face and was powerfully built. He had hair the color of yellow flowers. Even at a distance Sam could see he had eyes as blue as his mother’s. He was staring intently back at Sam.
“Well, Russell, that seems to clear up the question of who you found ‘sneakin’’ around,” said Dexter. Then to Sam, “You go on out and get them skins. Yer welcome to bring ‘em in fer tradin’.”