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Author’s Notes and Acknowledgements
Chapter
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The ranger turned onto a dirt track and saw it. Reflection off tail lights. A Land Cruiser. No light or movement. Not a good sign.
He slowed, then turned off his headlights.
Only a hint of morning invaded the dark.
Eying the other vehicle’s dark silhouette, he brought his to a stop, took hold of his rifle, and slipped out. His partner moved the opposite direction. If what they feared, they did not want to walk into a trap.
A few feet into the bush, the ranger stopped, held his breath, and listened. Nothing.
He inched forward. Closer to the vehicle, further from the road. Again, he stopped and listened. Nothing.
Working his way around, he crept deeper into the bush, both hands on his rifle.
He edged past an acacia. On the ground, darkened outlines. He approached, knowing. Rhinoceros. He stopped alongside and saw the stump. Horn, gone. Sawn off. Clotted blood covered the ground. He touched the carcass. Cool. This happened hours ago.
He clicked on his flashlight, stepped past two other carcasses —a cow and her calf—and headed straight for the Land Cruiser.
There he found them. Two rangers, one a scientist, both on the ground in front of the vehicle, dead, cold, one bullet each, straight through the heart.
Hours earlier . . .
Gabriel Kagunda finished writing an entry. Enough for today. He picked up his quadrat of PVC pipe and cotton string and disassembled it. Turning away from the setting sun, he let his eyes wander across the savanna as he stuffed the pieces away. He threw on his pack and began the walk to the vehicle. There, another ranger waited.
He approached, and the ranger—David Ole Nalangu, in camo uniform and brown beret—stood staring to the left, his service AK-47 hanging from his neck by its strap, his arms folded over it.
Gabriel turned to see what he was watching.
Black rhino—a bull following a cow that picked at leaves in the brush, a two year old calf at her side.
He stopped beside Nalangu and leaned against the grill of the Land Cruiser. He took in the view. The rhinoceros. The long stretch of horizon. The shadows of fever trees, sent reaching across the savannah.
He smiled to himself. “David, this is the reason I am so happy to be home.”
Nalangu nodded, his eyes still on the rhino. “Even with the ministry trying to stop your research?”
“The minister will learn that he needs it,” Gabriel muttered. “You have no idea how much I have missed being here.”
“You were not happy at university?”
“I was happy. Oxford was a privilege, but it was time away, years committed to study so far from home. I carried a void for this place. All I could do was remind myself I would someday bring everything I learned back to Kenya, to benefit my home and my heritage.”
David nodded. “Are we finished for today?”
“Yes. Let me enjoy this view a few moments more.”
“Of course. Your wife and son . . . did they enjoy England?”
“Njoki endured. She’s happy now, knowing our son will grow up here, as we did. We have so much to show him.” He paused, watching the young calf. So good to be home. “Our son will . . .”
Something whizzed past. He heard a dull thunk. Nalangu slumped to the ground.
Eyes wide, Gabriel Kagunda could not make himself move. Then, he heard the same dull thunk and felt the bullet dig into his chest.
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