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He was alone in the car, without the cowering that he had displayed before.
He moved his stiff neck and locked the car door.
The car window was cracked open for ventilation, covered with curtains, and the interior light wasn't bright. From outside, nothing could be seen, but it was enough inside.
Inside the car were goods they hadn't yet managed to deal, and he was indeed reluctant to part with them.
He opened a bag and took out the last two packaged Shatush shawls, hiding them on his body. One large, one small, they didn't take up much space when packaged, and they were light.
Shatush shawls were light, thin and so soft they could slip through a ring, which is why people also called them "ring shawls".
Although they would hunt Tibetan antelopes and sell their wool, they would also smuggle finished Shatush shawls in from abroad to sell to domestic buyers.
