It seemed peculiar to see a wagon headed east instead of north or west. The closer they got to the wagon the more curious Sam grew. Most wagons were headed west, and coming from the east. Nodog ran ahead and sniffed, barking and running about the wagon. He growled once then dashed back toward Sam and Riley. As they come up to the wagon, Sam saw a Negro woman driving the team of horses and three kids peeking out behind her. Surprised to find a woman of color, Sam studied her long and hard then a slow smile lit his face. The way she slanted her eyes at him, and moved her well built body toward him, made him smile. The swell of her breasts beneath the plain dress she wore brought his gaze front and center, as she licked her lips and flashed her dark eyes at him. He looked about; there was no one else about. “Mornin’,” Sam called as he strode straight up to her, and let Riley lead the horse in. “Mornin’,” the woman said, eyeing him cautiously and then Riley and Nodog. “Where ya headed, ma’am?”
