Chuba nodded his head.
They didn’t have to go for the full hour. Following a narrow path, no more than a rough goat trail, they rounded the side of a high pointed hill. From far below their dangerous perch on the hillside, they saw lights. Hundreds of lights, flickering like candles in a breeze. It was a beautiful sight to come upon suddenly in the night.
“Jaraminka,” Biff said, and looked at Chuba for confirmation.
“You right, Biff. That Jaraminka.”
“It’s a lot bigger place than I thought it would be,” Muscles put in.
“It’s in center of big, wide valley. Much good farm lands. Many rich peoples once live here. Is nice in summer. Not too hot.”
“How about the House of Kwang, Chuba? They have any properties around Jaraminka?”
“Oh yes, Biff, always in summer time Old Lord and family go to Jaraminka. Old Lord have big place here. His big house still here, but Old Lord not own it any more.”
“Chinese Commies run him out?” Muscles asked.
“You right, Muscles. They take over. Now this place big, important outpost for Chinese Army.”