Sam wondered now if there would be a happy ending to this survival program, or if Stirling would be waiting for him with a gun at Xakanaxa Camp. Unbidden, an image of the Australian girl’s milk-white skin below her tan line, on either side of a trimmed strip of red hair, filled his mind. ‘Stop it,’ he told himself out loud.
As he clipped the canvas dome to the second tent pole he swore. He tossed the pole on the ground and unclipped the other one. ‘f*****g Coyote Sam’s World Survival, my ass.’
He had forgotten to set up the camera on its tripod. If he finished the three days without some vision of him setting up his tent then Cheryl-Ann would make him do it all over again.
Uh-roo, Uh-roo.
‘Hear that?’ Sam said as loud as he dared, looking into the lens of the camera on its tripod. ‘Tha
