Chapter 43

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. “Don’t feel so alone having you with me.”

Wolf whined, wagged his great plume of a tail, and leaned against Sam’s leg. Sam looked back at the advancing shore. He squared his shoulders and took a deep breath.

He would find what he was searching for. If not here, then, maybe beyond, but he would find it. Of that he was sure.

The bargemen skillfully maneuvered the flat-bottomed boat to the mooring on the west side of the river. Sam untied his horse and led him off the vessel and onto the dock. There he paid the pilot. He continued on foot, leading the horse, with Wolf following close behind.