Nevada looked at him nervously.
“You think the Sheik’s men might still come in search of me?”
“There is always a possibility that the Sheik himself will not give up the chase, but the citizens of Tafraout are a law unto themselves – they do not form a tribe, but are a distinct people and their country’s borders are marked by the mountains.”
“You say the Tafraoutis are not a tribe,” Nevada said. “Then what are they?”
Tyrone Strome laughed.
“That is a question that has been asked for centuries by the Moroccans themselves. The Tafraoutis are in fact the oldest, truest and most untouched people in the nation.”
He saw the interest in Nevada’s eyes and went on,
“They are Berbers of the Chileun group who fled to these mountains twelve hundred years ago to escape the encroachment of the Ara
