Lion Head Mesa You left town to live by the rifle.

Being sure that she had followed, the mazoi turned to face the fellahin.
There were pelts that he had collected from recent hunts. A white fox, a brown coated rabbit, and a fawn's hide. Directing her towards them, he reached out to rake a paw across it. Dirt and leaves collected upon them. He wished that she would brush them clean. They would be gifts for the amiirad and he hadn't yet had time to clean them for presentation.
While she worked, Khaba would turn away to have his meal.