It is longer than a bison spear with a flint tip that is similar to an aurochs tip and it has a crossbar lashed to it so a pig can’t run up the spea...’s shaft to get at the hunter.“You and I will be with the people driving the pigs to the hunters. What we will do is form two lines, one line on each side of the pigs with four hunters behind the pigs. The idea is to move the pigs at a slow pace, so we can keep our lines on each side of the herd. To do that, the lines have to move at the same pace. She smiled and waved to them. Then, she turned, walked away and crossed over a tiny wooden bridge near the edge of the forest to blend and disappear among the trees.“No, no, come back!” she and Mason cried in unison. “We still need you.”Startled, Mason woke up and opened his blurry eyes. His heart was racing like he had just run a marathon. It was not yet dawn, but he could see Emily’s face, her forehead pressed against his. She was still asleep, but whimpering like she was stuck in a bad. Teresa was always hitting on someone, she had many pick up lines. She hit on anyone and anything with a pulse. People would laugh and joke along with it and it made her feel wanted. Growing up in the same community for all her life brought her in, and kicked her out, of different groups. Hitting on people was her escape. The junior boy that was her victim of the moment was on of the popular boys. He was a player on the varsity soccer and golf team. Not only was he athletic, he was smart. He was. She sipped back on some water with ice and I told her that she would never forget this trip. We landed at Nairobi airport, hopped into a Land Rover, and set off into deepest Africa. After about two hours, we reached the campsite where just the two of us would be for the night. It was within a reserve and there were a few rather secluded luxury tents, ideally suited for our activities later on. She was asleep when we reached the preserve. She had fallen asleep during the journey, probably.