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The steaks were huge, around a pound each. Sam finished hers and about a third of the one I had before she pushed back from the table. "What was that wonderful salad dressing?" she asked.

"Just something I whipped up. Actually, I've been trying to perfect the recipe for a long time. I think it's getting close."

"Close, hell. If it were any better, it would be illegal."

Sam had a way of making me laugh. After we had eaten, Sam moved her clothes from the washer to the dryer and came back in the living room. She had brushed her hair back and I wondered how I had ever thought she was a boy.

"How old are you, Sam?"

"I'm sixteen. I'll be seventeen in about a month. Why do you ask?"

"I was just thinking. You're a pretty well put together person for your age. You show a maturity I'm not used to seeing in a teenager."

"You grow up quick when you're living on the street. I know that sounds cliche, but it's true. I've seen things most people your age haven't seen."

"Sam, I've told you everything about me, but you haven't told me anything about yourself. Don't feel you have to tell me anything if it's too painful, but I really would like to know."

Sam was sitting on the sofa with her legs pulled up under her and my huge robe covering her completely. I was sitting in a recliner across from her. She let out a big sigh and seemed to shrink in on herself.

"My father was killed in an industrial accident when I was nine years old. When I was eleven, mom started dating this guy and within six months she married him. At first I thought he was great. He paid a lot of attention to me and even adopted me. They had been married almost a year when he started hitting mom. It was shortly after that when he started hitting me too."

"Hold on a minute," I said. I went into the kitchen and brought us both back a soda.

When I had set back down, Sam went on. "He had me so confused I didn't know what to do. One minute he'd be hugging me and rubbing my back and telling me what a good girl I was. The next minute he'd be slapping me and calling me a slut or worse. I tried to talk to mom about it, but she said he was under a lot of stress because he had lost his job."

I watched her as she tried to compose herself. "This went on for about six months, then he found a job and things seemed to get better again. When he started working again, he also started drinking more. At first it was just one or two drinks a night. Mom had always had liquor in the house, so I didn't think anything of it."

Sam took a sip of her soda and sat quietly for a minute, lost in her memories. "It was about then that we found out mom had cancer. They did surgery on her and removed a large portion of her small intestine. She went through a long period when they did radiation and chemotherapy on her, then the doctors said she was going to be fine."

There were tears rolling from her eyes, so I got her some tissues. "It was about six months later when they found another cancer. This time it was in her liver. They did surgery again and she went through the chemo and the radiation again. Before they had even finished the chemo they found another one in her pancreas. She hung in until I was fifteen, then the cancers caught up with her."

Sam wiped her eyes and sat up a little straighter. "During that time, Phil, my step-father, was drinking more and more. He ended up losing this job too and he became abusive again. Mom was having a hard time getting around by then and she spent a lot of time in the hospital. Phil didn't hit her, but he hit me a lot. At other times, especially when he was drunk, he'd try to feel me up any time he could. He'd rub my butt if I walked too close to him and if he'd catch me sitting down, he'd sneak up behind me and grab my breasts."

Sam paused again and I kept quiet, letting her go at her own pace. "After mom died, it got even worse. I tried to never be in the same room with him, but it didn't always work. He started calling me his 'sexy little piece' and that scared me even worse. The night before I left home, he was roaring drunk. I locked myself in my room and pushed a chair back under the doorknob. He started pounding on the door and then he started throwing his shoulder against it. I was scared to death, but we lived in an older house and the doors were solid. In his drunken state, he couldn't get in."

"Thank God for that," I said.

"He was yelling nasty things at me the whole time he was trying to break in. He was telling me all of the things he was going to do to me. I didn't sleep much at all that night and I was up early the next morning. I threw some clothes in my backpack, stole all of the money Phil had in his wallet, and got out of there while he was sleeping off his drunk."

"I've only known you for two days, but I've already developed a hell of a lot of respect for you. You should be proud of yourself."

"I guess in some ways I am proud of myself. I haven't begged and I haven't stolen anything other than from Phil and I figured he owed me that. I've managed to get a few little jobs, cleaning up around stores and the like. I've tried to keep clean, but it's hard to do and washing my hair is almost impossible."

"Sam, I don't know for sure when I'm going to leave on my camping trip and I'm not sure how long I'll be gone. I'm going to keep the apartment while I'm gone though. Would you like to house sit for me while I'm wandering around the country?"

"My God. You don't even know if I'm telling you the truth. I could steal you blind while you're gone."

"From what I've seen of you, I'd bet that you'd rather take a beating than to tell a lie or steal from a friend. I believe everything you've told me. You trusted me enough to come to my apartment. I should be able to trust you enough to let you stay in my apartment while I'm gone."

"Let me think about it, Ed. It would certainly be better than sleeping on the street."

"Think about it all you want. If you decide to stay, we'll get you set up for a program that'll let you study for your GED on the Internet. That way, when you turn eighteen, you can take the GED."

"Why are you doing this, Ed?"

"Until we talked last night, I was considering suicide. I figure I owe you my life."

"I really didn't do anything. Anyway, I heard the dryer go off. Would you take me back to the park?"

"I will if that's what you want. I have a spare bedroom though. It has a lock on the door and there is a nice chair in the room to put under the knob. The doors are solid wood."

Sam laughed. "Okay, you talked me into it. The thought of sleeping in a bed is more than I can pass up. I don't think I'll need the lock or the chair though."

"I don't think so either, but I do want you to feel safe."

"I do, Ed."

We talked a little more that evening, but for the most part, we just enjoyed each other's company.

I was on my third cup of coffee when Sam came wandering into the kitchen. She was still wearing my oversized robe and her blondish hair was tousled. She looked more like a twelve year old than a sixteen year old.

"Good morning, Sunshine," I said. "Would you like some coffee."

"Good morning. Coffee sounds nice."

I poured her a cup while she found a seat across from me at the breakfast bar. For someone who had just awakened, she seemed very alert.

"So, how did you like sleeping in a real bed last night?" I asked.

"It was wonderful, Ed. Being clean is wonderful. Eating steak was wonderful."

I had to smile, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"Have you given any more thought as to where you want to go on your camping trip?"

"A little. Your comment about the Oregon Trail got me to thinking. I was originally thinking about driving from place to place and camping as I went. Now, I'm thinking more of a walking tour. Many of the people who traveled the Oregon Trail walked the whole way. I started thinking about trying to follow the trail from Independence, MO to the Willamette Valley in Oregon, then I thought, why not walk all the way across the US."

"Wow. Think of all of the things you could see. Are you thinking of camping every night then?"

"I'll probably stay in a motel at least once a week to do laundry and the like. If I'm in a town at lunch or dinner time I'll probably eat in a restaurant. Otherwise, I'll probably cook for myself. I have a friend who is a backpacker and he'll clue me in on what to take."

"Damn, I wish I could go with you. That's an adventure you'd remember your whole life."

"Well, Sam, it would be nice to have company, but we wouldn't get through two states before someone questioned my traveling with a young girl, then I'd be arrested and you'd be sent back to your adopted father."

Sam looked thoughtful for a few minutes then asked, "What if I was a boy and you had papers saying you are my uncle and my legal guardian?"

"That would work, but you aren't a boy and I don't have papers saying I'm your guardian."

"You thought I was a boy and I know where we could get the papers."

I thought about that for a few minutes then said, "You'd also need a birth certificate and something saying you were being home schooled."

"I know where I could get them. It'd probably cost around a hundred dollars for all of that."

"That's not a problem. I was just thinking. If I just rented a storage building for my furniture, I could save more than enough to pay for the trip. Could you pull off being a boy for six months or so?"

"Definitely. We could say I was thirteen or so. That would explain my higher pitched voice."

"God, Sam. It is tempting. I really enjoy your company. I can see how there'd be lots of problems though. For one thing, we'd probably have to share a tent. Also, it's probably going to be hard to find a 'little girl's room' or a 'little boy's room' while we would be traveling. There'd be a distinct lack of privacy."

"Didn't you say all of the taboos are just bullshit? The lack of privacy wouldn't bother me."

"Do you really mean that? I'd probably see you naked and you'd probably see me naked."

Sam stood up and opened her robe. She wasn't wearing anything under it. She was absolutely gorgeous. Her breasts were probably a B cup with large nipples and dark areolas. Her skin was flawless and her dark blond pubic hair was a delight to behold. She shrugged the robe off and turned her back to me, showing me her wonderful butt.

She did a complete turn, then picked the robe up and put it back on. "Do you think I'd be bothered by a little nudity?" she asked.

"No, I don't think it would bother you. It might bother me more than I'd like to admit though. I know I'm a lot older than you, Sam, but I'm still a functional male. You are absolutely beautiful. Every time I see your gorgeous body, I'm probably going to get an erection. Is that going to offend you?"

"It would probably offend me if you didn't," Sam giggled.

"This is an amazing young lady," I thought. "If I give you the money, can you get all of the proper papers?" I asked.

"Yep. They'll have the proper seals and everything. What name should I get them in and how old should they say I am?"

"How about using Samuel Hill and saying you're fourteen?"

"You've got to be kidding, Sam Hill?"

Okay, so I cracked up. "It has a ring to it," I said.

We were giggling like a couple of kids as we thought about the name. We worked out the details about what to have on the paperwork. I gave her my full name and Social Security number, my date of birth, and anything else I thought she would need.

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Day 107 - Sunday, August 15, 1847 The next three days were more of the same. The mules toiled pulling the wagon and we helped as much as possible. We were all getting very tired, so we decided to take a day off. We picked a great day for it. I awoke to birds singing and sun brightening the canvass of our wagon. The four of us were naked and we had kicked the covers off during the night. I was between Sam and Cassie, and when my eyes started to focus, I saw Delia watching me across...

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Day 109 - Tuesday, August 17, 1847 We got on the road early, after another of Mina's wonderful breakfasts. We let Rawhide ride the horse Tommy had been riding and Tommy rode behind Mindy. I don't think he or Mindy either one minded that. The road was mostly down hill today and we made a lot better time than we had in a while. I think we probably made close to seventeen miles for the day. M & M rode on either side of Rawhide for most of the day. Every once in a while, I'd hear Sam...

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Kate proved herself to be an excellent trail cook when she made dinner for all of us that evening. She made an Irish Stew that was delicious. "Where are you from, Kate?" I asked as we were partaking of her stew. "I'm from Pennsylvania. We had a farm there. We'd had a couple of bad years before pa left to go trapping and we were also having problems with one of our neighbors. He and pa had a real feud going." "What happened with your neighbor after your pa left?" "He was quiet for...

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Cassie wanted to take a walk later that afternoon, but Sam and Delia said they wanted to help Maddy with supper. We started walking toward the corral and Cassie put her arm around me as we walked. I returned the favor and gave her a little squeeze. "Did the excitement earlier get you all fired up?" I asked her. "Yep. Why does something like that get my juices flowing? Am I some kind of pervert or something?" I had to laugh. "No, sweet love, I think what it is, is that our bodies...

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Day 127 - Saturday, September 4, 1847 When we took off on our first circuit this morning, Kate asked if she could ride with Sam and me. "What about Stu?" I asked. "Angie is going to ride with Stu and I don't like her mouth. I still want to do my part though." "Do you think Angie and Stu have a thing going?" Sam asked. "I think they do. Not that I'm jealous or anything. I just don't like to be called a floozy or a bitch." Sam and I laughed. "I don't think I would either,"...

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Monday, February 21, 1848 One of the things we had gotten for Christmas was a bed that was big enough for all five of us. I don't know what time it was when Sam awakened me, but it was early, or late if you want to look at it that way. Sam shook my shoulder and when I started to wake up, she said, "Ed, I think I'm going into labor." "Oh, shit," I said. I was immediately awake. "It's a little too late to be saying, oh shit," Sam said. I couldn't tell if she was angry or teasing....

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Sam: Preparing for the trip to St Joseph I awoke snuggled up to Delia again. I guess I must be related to a puppy as I really enjoy cuddling. When Becky awoke and started making her needs known, I held her to me and fed her a nipple. I'll swear it felt like the love was flowing out of my body and into hers. Feeding our little one was one of the greatest feelings I have ever had. At breakfast, Andy said they were going into town to pick up four wagons. I reminded him to check with the wagon...

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Sunday, March 19, 1848 Ed: Day 24 of the Dayton to Boston trip It seemed almost sinful to sleep late, then wander down for a leisurely breakfast. We didn't let that bother us, though. Kate had never been to Boston and she had never seen the ocean, so we decided to do a little exploring. We wandered around the city for a while. Since it was Sunday, all of the stores were closed, but there wasn't anything we wanted to buy anyway. I had always been fascinated by sailing ships, so I asked...

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Monday, March 27, 1848 Ed: Day 8 of the Boston to St Joseph trip We made over thirty miles today through relatively level country. We could see hills on either side of us, off in the distance, but none of them intruded on our route. We managed to ride close enough today to keep up a conversation. Ted is an interesting guy. He lived on a ranch all of his life, until his parents died a couple of years ago. Since then he has worked on building a railroad and he trapped one winter in...

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Monday, April 3, 1848 Ed: Day 15 of the Boston to St Joseph trip The area we were traveling through had some hills, but the traveling was easy. It was also easy for us to talk. "Ed, how did you end up with four wives, with one of them being a black woman?" Tina asked. "Cassie looked at me and asked, "Can I tell it, Ed?" "Go ahead, love." "Ed and Sam were together first. They were just traveling around, exploring the country. I had been having trouble with my father's second...

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The man dismounted and started looking at the hoof of one of the mules pulling the wagon. We walked over to where we could hear him mumbling about dad blamed mules anyway. "Howdy," I said as we walked up. "I'm Ed Hill. Are you having problems?" "Howdy, I'm Mort Stern. Yeah, this dad blamed mule has messed up his right front leg. I don't know what happened, but I'm afraid he's gonna have to be put out to pasture for a while." "That's a shame. They probably have mules here you...

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Sam: St Joseph, Missouri Andy, Rawhide, and Stu took off again this morning looking for livestock. I really wish Andy had been here, because not long after they left, a guy stopped by and asked if we were forming up a wagon train. He introduced himself as Mark Lester. "Well, Mr. Lester, we're looking to either start one or join one. We won't be able to leave for a couple of weeks yet though." "There's really no hurry in getting started. You could wait a month and still get through...

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Sunday, April 16, 1848 Ed: Day 28 of the Boston to St Joseph trip Wow! What a day! It started off innocently enough, but before noon, Cassie and I were shaken to our roots. Su Li and Tina pushed Cassie and Kate aside this morning and fixed breakfast for us. I'll have to admit, they are both good cooks. We got a nice early start and were making good time when it happened. I was riding, thirty feet or so in the lead, when four people stepped out into a clearing a hundred yards or so in...

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Friday, April 28, 1848 Ed: Day 40 of the Boston to St Joseph trip When rolled out of bed this morning, Cassie, Kate and I were as happy as we'd ever been. Today was the day we'd be back with our family and friends. While the women fixed breakfast, I worked with Billy, Jeb and Zeb to get a semi-permanent camp set up. We went through everything and made sure they'd have everything they needed until we could get back to them. Even with leaving Billy's group behind, we were still going to...

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The wagons were roughly surrounding a central, open, area. Mark rounded up all of the people who were going with us and herded them into the open area. When everyone was there he and Jim Crockett climbed up on a freight wagon and he started talking. "I'm Mark Lester and this is Jim Crockett. I am the Wagon Master of this wagon train and the guide who will get you to where you want to go. I think I've met about all of you at one time or another," he said as he looked around the...

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Prudence and Clell showed up right after supper again. We had done the shuffle on the wagons when we circled up, so I knew she didn't want to complain about the Jamisons again. "Mr. Hill, after the Jamison kids finally quieted down last night, Clell and I thought we were gonna get some sleep. It wasn't to be though." "What disturbed you, Mrs. Hankins?" "It was them Jefferson people. Mr. Hill, we could actually hear them fornicating in their wagon. That woman is too old to have...

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It was just after supper when I saw Sally go over and whisper something to Andy. He whispered back to her and she came back over by Sam and me and said quietly, "I was telling Andy I was going out into the bushes soon. He is going over to find Harter." "Okay, I said. "You might need to do this several times before we catch him following you." "Yeah, I know, but it seems like I feel him there every time I go out. Maybe we'll get lucky and catch him the first time." She waited a few...

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Sam: Ed and I held on to each other until I saw the jury coming back. "They're coming back already," I whispered. Ed hugged me tightly, then went back over to where he had been sitting. When the jury was seated again, he asked, "Have you gentlemen reached a decision?" "Yes, we have, Ed," Jacob Caldwell said. "We all think the bastard is guilty." "Do you all agree with that?" Ed asked. Every man on the jury nodded his head. I could see Ed let out a big sigh, then he said,...

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