Lion Head Mesa I know you can hear me

The white man spoke of mazoi and fellahin; those at his company. Taking the words given, all but the two dispersed without a moment of hesitance.

He wondered. How many of this land would follow this small man's word with such obedience? This was the first he'd ever seen such an interaction.

Then, never having moved, the beast found deep blue eyes settled upon him. What was the white one thinking? If only he could have asked...