Chapter 7Johnny was slightly ahead of me as we made our way through the almost impenetrable undergrowth of the tropical forest after helping the little sabretooth and the baby mammoth get out of the bog. I was able to study him without being observed myself.
For a supposedly smart fella, it had taken me a long time to realize what was what.
I’d always been considered a man’s man. Aside from taking risks behind the camera that had gotten me labeled a lunatic, I fished the deep sea sports fish, hunted big game in Africa, went to bare-knuckle boxing matches where blood flowed as freely as the punches thrown, and could knock back bootleg hooch with the best of ‘em. And I chased skirts, even though catching them always turned out to be more trouble than it was worth.
Then I met John Smith. H
