#Chapter16

With the soft call of the birds in the trees, the chatter of the small primates, the moist sweet smell of damp earth and the first rays of the morning sun breaking through the dissipating storm clouds Jules Matabele utters a groan as he slowly straightens his body, feeling the muscles in his back protest from their long night in a cramped position. Looking around he surveys the bush ahead of him…his eyes are drawn to the soft damp soil and even though he knew the heavy rain would destroy all trace of the spoor he was following his heart is filled with disappointment along with a sense of...