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Late Summer 1849 Somewhere in Nebraska Territory On the Oregon trail, Sam catches Fennel literally with his pants down. -- It was several weeks before Fen thought about the incident again. While Sam hadn’t exactly avoided him, Fen had assumed he had at least put the pieces together and was giving him a wide berth. In the meantime, he had been much more careful with his nighttime habits, making sure to leave his Ma with a good cover story so no one would come looking for him. As it was, Fen was scraping deer hide to use for winter clothes when Sam approached him, red faced and tight lipped. “I owe you an apology,” Sam whispered, turning so his voice wouldn’t carry towards the others. “The other night… I—” Somehow his face reddened even deeper. Burying his face in his hands, he continued wretchedly, “I asked Red John and Havoc what you meant, and they—I didn’t understand what they meant. I asked them to show me.” Fen’s knife slipped in his hand, and by luck alone he avoided cutting himself. “You what?”

Fics like Happy Trails

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