Bryce and I explained the situation to Stan and Alan. They agreed and were very excited about the adventure. We could come this way tomorrow for elephant if we ran out of time. Malkali gave the news to the Chief. He told his son to go with us and show Makali the path the lions took leaving their village. And there was one extra addition to our adventure. The Chief had heard of Alan’s zebra, and asked if he would accept a trade for some of the meat.
Since the zebra is not as good to eat as the kudu, Makali had offered a trade. Alan was to receive one of the moran’s spears in exchange for zebra meat. Not the hide, just some meat. Alan was so excited he almost couldn’t contain himself. The spear was beautiful and handmade, a real souvenir. We waited a few minutes while Makali and one of the tribes warriors worked out the trade.
The four of us remounted our horses. The Chief’s son led off with Makali at his side. We rode off in our usual formation. The tracks were still fresh. Bryce and I gave each other a nod. We both knew how serious and potentially dangerous this was. We have to protect our clients. I whistled to get Makali to stop and come over.
“Makali, you know how serious this can be. We must be careful. Worst news yet, the wind is behind us. I want you to carry this rifle. When you think we are close, signal. If we find the simba, I want us on foot, not horseback. Ok?” I added.
“Yes, Bwana. The tracks are fresh. I be careful.”