Sam let her go, burning with shame. With his purse stolen, the whores were ignoring him, adding another layer to his misery. He wondered briefly whether Doc had calculated the damage his actions might do to Sam, and re-evaluated his own sins of theft. But those had been due to necessity. Stealing Horse had saved him from slavery and given him a family again, for example. Doc's theft had bought him sex, perhaps, but at the expense of someone else's honor and self-worth. Did he think? Did he care?
Doc was charming, and he was fun, but perhaps he really was a bad person. Perhaps there really was right and wrong. Was that so hard to believe? Was it fair to humble the humbled?
Sam slunk out of the whorehouse -- that was what it was, ultimately -- without his purse and without his dignity.