We had just parked the truck near this abandoned log building and were getting a fire started when a horseman rode up and eyed us from about 100 feet away. Neil, the Dutch driver of our truck asked Bayara, our Mongolian guide, to tell the man that we would soon have a pot of stew on the fire and that he was not only welcome to stay for dinner but that he could also camp here if he wished. Bayara said a few words to the guy in Mongolian and they both laughed heartily. Only after a bit of nudging would Bayara tell us what they had found so funny. The horseman had pointed to the low mountain range in the distance and indicated that he owned the land all the way to those mountains and to the mountain range beyond that as well. We, he added, were most welcome to stay with HIM for the night.