CHAPTER 39 “A lion among wolves.”
Bowie watched as Sam chopped grass with the sword he’d appropriated from Sharky. His intention, he’d announced, was to create a mattress to lay next to the fire.
Sprawled on a nearby log, Andre wore a vague sneer. The old man would have likely prepared a mattress also, but his fierce pride would not allow him to follow the lead of a slave, particularly one as annoying as Sam.
Shading his eyes against the fiery orange ball in the West, Bowie let his imagination soar out beyond the horizon. Three hundred miles inland was San Antonio, the most civilized city in Texas. There was opportunity there, a chance for a second start at life. He wished he were headed there now, instead of moving deeper into this lair of cannibals.
Born and raised on the frontier, B
