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The Horns of a Dilemma
You will never see a more brutal, sickening display of human greed and stupid ignorance!
The sun’s tentacles were just unfurling past the peaks of the distant mountain range. Fingers of light stretch across the beautiful African plain, dust particles suspended in animated dance. The “night animals”, exhausted after the hunt, or being hunted, find shelter for the day. The “day animals”, stirring, getting ready to take over.
4 men, moving gorilla-like, backs bent, loping quickly along the crest of a small elevated outcrop.
The lead guy turns to the other three, whispers,
“Keep low, it’s easy to see movement on the ridge line. Use the vegetation”.
He was really speaking to the two Chinese men at the back. He had worked with his tracking partner for years, they both knew the ‘score’.
The high ground afforded them a better view, but exposed them to prying eyes from below. 2 Africans led, their dark skin partly camouflaged by the still dark sky – the back two, Chinese, nervous, sweat glistening. It was deathly quiet, the sound of heavy breathing and internal blood pumping around ear canals was all the men heard.
Constantly surveying the landscape – looking for signs, the two Africans peering out to…
