"Teach you?" Sam asks, startled. "Me?" He shakes his head. "I'm no horsemaster! Bill's a different sort; and a pack animal mainly. Why a real horse would step on me before letting me lead him, like as not!" He smiles at Kirk, softening the words. "But if you need a tip or two, well, I suppose that's all right." He rubs his eyes, starting to hurt from the bright sun, and glances around, hoping to see camp soon.