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Leslie falls but manages to catch herself with both her arms wrapped around the bottom bridge support ropes. The video camera slips out of her hands, dropping down into the gorge where it’s swallowed up by the rapidly moving water.
“Chase!” she screams.
“Leslie, don’t move!”
Another volley of arrows whip past my head. Rodney shoots at the hostiles again, but what was just a small handful of natives is now turning into an entire army that is not only gathering on the opposite bank, but entering onto the bridge.
“I can’t hold them,” Rodney shouts.
“Get out of there. Just get the hell off the bridge.”
I holster my .45 and arrive to the place where Leslie is hanging. She’s supporting herself by having tucked the bottom rope under both armpits, while her feet dangle in mid-air.
“Les
