"That makes sense," he agreed. "So you... you make your living by trapping?"
He nudged the toe of his boot into the dirt thoughtfully; sometimes his mind wandered. Horse butted him in the back with his nose, but all Sam did was start scratching him like the big puppy-dog he was.
"And what's good to hunt around here? I figure you have to move out a way from the city to where there's a lot of game, there's so many people here."