Atsileigh did not have white buffalo. As far as Jayce had been able to see by several ten-days after his arrival, it didn’t have gold, gems or any other wonderful treasures either. It was as stark, barren, and ugly as any place he’d ever been.
His landing pod had come to rest in a sandy patch of desert in the lap of some of the wickedly jagged mountains rambling across the small planet’s surface. It took him three days to find any of the inhabitants. Though members of the hunting party he encountered were suspicious, they were not hostile. They willingly gave him the shelter, food, and water, which, by then, he sorely needed.
From talks with the chief of the band from which the hunters came, he learned the clans and tribes were scattered over the livable regions of the rocky little world
