"Name?" Thebold snapped.
Don decided to use his own name but pretend to be a local yokel.
"Donald Cort."
"What were you doing out there?"
"I saw the lights."
"Who were you talking to in the sand trap?"
"Nobody. I sometimes talk to myself."
"Oh, you do. Do you ever talk to yourself about a man named Osbert Garet or Hector Civek?" Thebold looked at a big map of Superior that had been pinned to the wall, thus giving Don the benefit of his strong profile.
"Hector's the king now," Don said. "Things got pretty bad before that but we got enough to eat now."
"Where did the food come from?"