Arthur applied to stay at camp, claiming he needed to understand poaching patterns. Per protocol, they gave him a basic tent on the outer ring.
On the evening patrol, he forced his way onto the off-road vehicle.
We hit a stretch of mud road, a scattering of fallen rocks blocking the way up ahead. Leon parked the car and got out to move them.
Arthur immediately shoved his door open.
I sat in the passenger seat and watched through the windshield in silence.
The rocks were clearly off to the side. We could have easily driven around them. But he deliberately stepped onto the wet, moss-covered mud slope. His foot slipped, and he tumbled straight down the side bank.
His calf scraped hard against a sharp rock, blood rushing out immediately. It was a bad fall, but when he went down, he didn'
