Re: Chapter 4 - Caravan Canal
-Chapter 4 intro post
Sam had followed along with the commotion, always a man who knew when and where to find trouble and the utmost authority on how to start it. He'd been bored lately, and so this was a welcome distraction from what he might normally be doing; harassing other Caravaneers. It was never to the point of the kind of the danger and violence that Sam had inflicted on the Caravan months before, when the group had left him for dead. But with Sam the formidable nature of the Southerner was such that he was both an asset and a potential troublespot. He was a fighter, knew the South well and its peoples, and was more cunning than many gave him credit for. Sam was the one who had shown the Caravan the way out of the Fort, and he, not Toby, emerged last from the escape tunnel. Somehow he had seen cooperating with his old friends-then-enemies-now-friends-again as a mutually beneficial situation. Or maybe he missed them.
"I'll be your whistlin' Dixie."Sam answered the call for a volunteer with a deep Southern slur, stooping down the canal slope, reaching his long, firm arm to take a strong yet testy grip on Dominic's free arm, allowing the other man to extend his reach outward. With Dominic trying to establish purchase on the floater's jeans, Sam chuckled, after a moment loosening his grip intentionally so the other survivor would lurch forward towards the water before the tall man reasserted his grip. "Saved ya."
The bad joke did allow Dominic to catch the soggy jeans with the tip of the late Christopher's sabre, however, though the hold was precarious.