Lion Head Mesa toy soldier's march

andalib. senedjet. yes, not local names, not thick-coated forest hunter names - in fact they had that flair he'd come to expect of the lands of high summer and sand.

hope budded, blossomed to hear the mesa was in good regards with the foreign pharaoh.

then, anda-lehb - lead us there, boy! the lord hauled himself upwise, shook out (finally!) his heavy coat, tousled himself into the shape of a wet lint ball.

he took focused steps past the young man, in a random direction (opposite the lowlands, in fact), then paused.

..how far's it y'all live? he asked with one cocked ear.