#Chapter160

The Land Rover throws up mud behind it, the rear wheels spinning on the slick surface just below the waterline as it slips and slides with Piet struggling to maintain control, muttering under his breath, and turning red in the face as the vehicle sinks deeper into the mud.

“Ag nee fok dit, now we’re bloody well stuck, can’t move forward and can’t bloody well move backward. Why do these things happen when you have to get somewhere in a hurry? Damn it to hell!”

“Piet, Piet, calm down my man, you’ll give yourself a heart attack, and then we won’t be able to help poor David and Adele,...