Chapter 27

“Ah, I’m sure he is, but I’m fine, really.”

“Suit yerself,” Bernard said, and walked back to where he had been seated. He took a swig from the bottle passed to him.

Russell shrugged his shoulders. A look of distinct disappointment on his face, he turned away. Sam felt a surge of compassion for him. He almost reached out to him.

* * * *

The camp was quiet. Sam lay on his back, staring up at the stars through the branches of the trees.

It’s no different here. Yes, they treated Russell with more respect than the men of the village treated Lean Bear. They’d even shown him some affection, but it was the same. A man who needed other men was only there to satisfy those in need.