Spring 1823 – Recently of Sunshine and Kentucky

“Did you see Zülbassar?” Beau asked. His voice still held the drawl of the Kentuckian he had once been. 

“No,” Father said, ” we left the ni’gaut with its fellows at the cliffs of Sairjuud.”

Beau nodded as if he knew of the place. “I haven’t been there either. There’s a whole lot of down that I still need to see. “