#Chapter142

The sun climbs up into the bright blue sky, burning down on the men as they make their way through the brush, following the blood spoor, down into another gully, through a small ravine until they come across the area where the big cat took refuge and attended to his wound.

“David looks like one of us clipped him, but did no real damage, but if you look at the spoor, he’s favoring his left front leg, so that just might slow him down.”

“Bwana Piet, the bleeding has stopped from his wound, but the spoor is still clear, he is heading towards those foothills.”

“Kom julle, roer julle...