From The WL Emery Africa Memoirs: The Spoor Of The Beast

 

Sniff…sniff… it’s here.

😨 

WL knows the scent of this predator all too well. He silently drops two fresh cartridges into his Rigby Nitro Express rifle and closes it. Tiny looks around in fear… and racks the action on his 50 BMG. I press check my 1911 and thumb the safety off. There’s a good chance this predator will kill one or more of us. Our fate rides on our guns, our speed… and our wits.

“We’re all gonna die,” I whispered to myself.

TOON IN NEXT WEEK FOR THE EXCITING CONCLUSION OF

“BOONS AWAY!!!”