He hails from a little river town and knows that in order for the one person he wants to notice him he has to do the unthinkable.
Is he ready? Can he pull it off?
All he knows is that he has to try to earn the love of the object of his affection.
It was not hard to believe that someone like Samuel would come from a place like this, but he had always loved the little river towns. He had grown to love the fact that there was always something for him to do with the women that he loved. He was not as passionate as he used to be, but then again there was something about life that took that out of you.
Samuel had been fighting against Brutus for some time, and it was hard to be passionate in one area of life, but not in others.
"Oh my love, what have I done to you?" he lamented.
"There is nothing you could have done differently."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, positive. There is nothing I would have had you do differently."
"I am glad of it. Still I am deeply saddened by the condition that you were in."
He was conversing with the river. He had been able to do so since he was young. He was one of the few, He was what his father called a River Whisperer. It was strange to think there were others out there who could do the same thing, but he had moved on with life and had become the man that he was supposed to be.
The river had become everything he had not. He had needed the river as much as he needed anything else.
"Welcome weary traveler, what is it I can do for you?" Samuel asked as a man stepped off the boat and onto dry ground.
"I came to seek lodging."
"I think I can help with that."
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It was amazing the things that could be found if one were to look. Samuel led the man back to a place where he could rest. It was a beautiful place, and he was sure to love having company. He had not entertained anyone in years, but there were good reasons for that. He had gotten to the point where he didn't like to converse with people much.
No, he wanted to talk to the river.
He wanted to hear what the river had to say.
People were not good to the river. They had never been good to the river.
"Who are you?" the man asked.
"I am your ticket to making it farther along on the river."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means exactly what it sounds like."
"What do you mean?"
"If you want further passage on the river then you are going to have to rely on me."
The stranger looked at Samuel and there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but he restrained himself. He held onto the questions he had. He wanted to know something was not going to stand in his way, but then again, there were lots of things that had already started to get in the way.
"So tell me, what has been your journey thus far?"
"I think you know what my journey has been thus far."
Samuel was smiling. He was thankful the man was having a rough go of it at the time. It was better than anything he could have hoped for. Many people never knew it.
He wanted to say: What Joy! What joy! The river has brought you to me! but he said nothing instead. He thought that unnerved the man more than anything else.
"Who the____ are you?"
"Your guess is as good as mine."
"Get away from me you freak!"
"Now, name calling is not necessary."
"Yes, it is. You have something planned for me, and I'm not sure I like where it is going."
Samuel stood there and it was like in a moment things had faded. It was like they were all gone. What had happened. He was no longer sure what to think, or how to make it really work. He wondered if it was the river telling him what was to come.
