(I haven’t had time to reload. “I’m empty! Oh my God, Miles!”)
Miles is scrambling to load his 12 gauge. “Jacob, Benjamin – help!”
Two muffled shots are heard. Benjamin, reaching for the tranquilizer gun, has fired two quick darts, point blank, into the neck of the one-eyed simba. As if by miracle, the force of the double darting at such close range, makes the lion roll away from the gaping hole and off the roof. It lands in the mud on the right side of the camper and runs into the rainy darkness.
“Well done, Mate. Man, I sure don’t want to track that lion in the rain and darkness.”