“Man, I wonder how many she has killed?”
Benjamin is the first to reach the base camp, and parks the simba loaded pickup just behind the back of the camper. It is now about 7:00 and dark. What appears to be an almost full moon is rising behind the trees. I pull in and park to his right, Myles parks to his left. Getting out of my Rover, and using my flashlight, I join the others looking down at our captive lion secured in the back of the pickup. She is still out cold. I shine the light on its face.
“Man, I wonder how many she has killed? Look at those teeth. There is dried blood still around its mouth. Guys, let’s set up the holding cage, maybe off to this side,” pointing to the right side of the camp site. “It will be closer to the road, which will make it easier to load into Dr. Longo’s truck. We left it folded up and leaning next to the camper.”
“Copy that, Bwana. Benga, Makali, help me grab that cage,” Miles says as he turns to walk toward the motor home.
“Charles, Robert Thomas told me that there is an electricity connection in our campsite. It may be on that pole over there,” Benjamin says, pointing toward the other side of the camper. “He said we’d have outside lighting, and you can hook up your generator. I’ll go check it out.”
“That would be excellent,” I answer. “Here take my flashlight.”