‘Man.’ Sam stood and watched the bird. He felt an incredible rush, partly from the honey in his empty stomach, and partly because he’d just witnessed the manifestation of a symbiotic relationship between man and a wild creature. He also felt pretty damned proud of himself for truly starting to survive in the African bush on his own merits. With the camera still rolling he raised his makeshift spear in a sticky hand high above his head and shouted, ‘Yeah!’
Then he heard the buzzing. He looked up. ‘Oh s**t!’
Sonja saw the smoke and dismounted. ‘Hush, girl,’ she whispered to the whinnying horse. ‘I’m just going to leave you here for a bit.’ She tethered Black Beauty to a tree, patted her reassuringly on the neck, and untied her daypack from the back of the saddle. She took out the M4, slott
