(The giant male turns his head, reacting to my movement, opens his massive jaws and flexes to leap at me.)
From 2 feet away, I unload both .410 shells into its face. The left side of its head is blown away, splattering the cab area of the camper with blood and “lion fragments”. Always having my back, Miles instantaneously fires his 12 gauge into the chest cavity of the lion. The close range impacts hurl the dead simba backwards on top of Makali, pinning him to the floor.
Miles yells, “Makali, you ok?”
“Yes, help Benga. He hurt bad.”
I am already kneeling over Benga. “He has passed-out – leg is bleeding and I definitely heard the bone shatter. Benjamin, Jacob – you alright?”
“Yes, Charles,” Jacob answers. “Benjamin, help me move this beast off of Makali. Nice shootin’ Tex. Miles, awesome! I’ll help Beng…,” interrupted by a new loud bang. “Charles, look!” pointing up.