The remaining thug knelt traumatised, facing death, was he praying? Big cock I was making this fitting to hold her firmly in place on a saddle. a second thug grabbed the barrel “No” he cried as the gunman looked puzzled then as blood oozed from the small new hole in his forehead the gunman sank slowly to the ground. “He may be right.”
Night was falling, the dinner bell clanged and we went to dress for dinner, I heard distant arguments from the Wainwright’s tent. Ten leaderless thugs stood around, I figured why the tribal loin cloth was such a good clothing choice, as the brown stains appeared in a couple of thugs pants as they shit themselves. We fed a few more lions, an arm or two was really an aperitif for them, and then we threw the armless bodies on to the truck. “Put her in the Baboon cage,” ordered Manser and Steve led her away.
