Later that day as the shadows grew longer and the last scraps of sunlight began to die Brock hoisted a large earthenware urn onto his shoulders and headed for the stream. As he pushed through the tall grass and ferns he felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. Despite what the authorities had told them there were jaguars in the jungle, great beasts that would love to dine on his young flesh. However, they usually avoided the village. There were plenty of other creatures for them to feast on. But with the discovery of Trang’s body he could not help but be a little more cautious than usual.
Ahead he could hear the trickle of water as it cascaded off the rocks further up the stream and fell into the pool that the villagers used for drinking water. He was almost relieved as he approach
