The next morning Sam made his way to the river. He had not slept well. The strange surroundings, noises that filtered through the walls of his room, being away from Wolf, whose warm presence had comforted him at night ever since he had left Nils, all conspired to make for a restless night.
He had visited the livery after the excellent dinner at the boardinghouse and again in the morning after breakfast, before setting out in search of employment. Both Wolf and his horse were doing well. Wolf had greeted him with unbounded enthusiasm. It was hard for Sam to have to leave him behind each time he left. Edouard assured him that Wolf was content, but Still Sam missed him.
His task now was to find employment. He did not even consider the trading post with its dealing in animal skins. His exper
