Sam stood, looking at his reflection in the mirror. The others had left before him. Gus had told him he was primping. He’d asked what that meant, and when he was told, he vehemently denied it. Yet, here he was, turning sideways, running a hand over his flat stomach, looking at the muscularity of his chest, wondering how Ramón would react.
He shook his head, trying to clear it of such thoughts. He may never see the man again. Gitche Manitou, don’t let it be so! Why had he thought that? He had not reached out to the Great Spirit since he had left his village. Now, in a matter of a few hours, he had admitted he was Indian and had resurrected a connection with his past. All due, it seemed, to his meeting this man, Ramón.
He heard a whine. Wolf lay on the floor, looking up at his master with
