The livery owner must have sensed his concern. “You’re fond of this animal, yes?”
“Yes, he’s a very special partner. I wouldn’t want to have to give him up.”
“Well, let me meet this special partner of yours. Perhaps it would work for him to stay here as well.”
“He’s outside, guarding my horse and belongings,” Sam said, turning to walk toward the door. “I’m Sam Hawkins by the way.” He held out his hand to the man who walked beside him.
“Pleased to meet you, Sam Hawkins. I’m Edouard Moreau.” He took Sam’s hand. The grip was firm and strong, attesting to the many hours of hard work attending to the needs of horses.
The men continued outside. When Edouard saw Wolf, he made a whistling sound through his teeth. “Mon Deiu!What a magnificent animal.”
Wolf still sat where Sam had ordered him. He looked from Sam to the stranger, as if waiting for a cue.
“No one would dare to try to steal from you with this beast around. What do you call him?”