The man you met on the trail, Jefferson, was as good as his word. He drove his ox and cart to the cave that he shared with his two sons. They were trappers and had made the cave their temporary home. It was surprisingly warm and comfortable and the five of you stayed there for several days at Jefferson’s invitation.
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