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Originally Posted by chimchim
Samuel kept aiming at the point in the forrest he was sure contained possible hostiles. He never relented his vigilence and was proven correct when a Sioux brave showing open palms steped out of concealment.
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"Well now, I am guessing you are friends with the one over there."
Samuel gestures at the burnt wagon. Holstering his gun. Without a word he begins to lead the horse and wagon he was in to the area where Samson is.
(OOC: if we are close enough to walk, otherwise I ride them to Samson)