"Yazoo," he said without much thought, obviously too preoccupied with this device of his to care for much of anything else at the moment. He wondered how long it would take his brothers to respond to any messages he posted, or if it was possible for anyone else to see them and respond. How easy would it be for him to be given false information?

He sighed softly and looked at the girl for a moment, then back at his journal. "Do you have a map?"