(“Don’t see anyone, Chuck,” Miles exclaims. “There is a light on in the house.”)
At 75 yards, or so, it is still hard to see much detail under the trees. At fifty yards, I can see that the front driver-side door to the truck has been left ajar and the headlights are on. The door to the barn is open, but there are no lights on inside.
“Head toward the truck, Miles. The door’s open, and maybe someone is in the barn,” I said.
The blue pick-up is about 10 yards from the open barn door. Miles pulls in next to the truck on the passenger side and turns of his engine. We are suddenly aware that the truck is still running. That chill runs up my spine again.
“Bwana, simba tracks!” Makali shouts, pointing to the ground just outside his window.
“Blood, Charles! In front of truck,” Benjamin yells.