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They are the heads of the guides we discovered crucified last evening.
They’ve been set side by side directly before us in a way that tells me we’re not only being watched from our front, but we’re also being followed. How else would they know enough to plant the heads here way off-trail?
“Nobody move,” I say, my eyes going from the heads to making a one-hundred-eighty-degree sweep of the vicinity.
“f*****g animals,” Rodney says, shouldering his AR-15. “f*****g…animals.”
“How can anyone be so evil?” Leslie poses, her voice cracking under the strain of her fear.
Silence ensues so that the only noise is the sound of insects flying past our ears and the occasional calls from a Macau or a spider monkey jumping from branch to branch far overhead.
But after a minute of standing still
