A Far Off Place Page #4

we can make it to Karlstown?

Wind can do it, we can do it.

I don't want that Bushman crap.

I want a real answer.

You want a real answer?

Let me hear the Bushman version again.

I could carry your bag for a while.

Why?

- 'Cause it's heavy.

- And if you carry it, it'll get lighter?

- No, but...

- What, you're a guy?

I wasn't gonna say that.

- Then what? Bigger?

- No. Nicer.

Well, it's my bag,

and I'll carry it.

- She hates me.

- Woman's like a tree.

Harry must not judge tree

by flowers, but by fruit.

Yeah, well, flowers count for something.

When Xhabbo first sees Nonnie,

girl is lost.

Girl doesn't say she is lost.

Girl is afraid.

But she says nothing.

Yeah, well, that girl

doesn't say much of anything.

You're right. She's a tree.

Have they identified the bodies?

- No. There isn't much left.

- I see.

How ironic that...

he should die by the sword.

Look, I'll take a couple of men

and we'll see if we can

spot these poachers from the air.

They can't be very far away.

Mopani.

We'll get them.

Yes, we'll get them.

Hey! Over here! Help!

We don't know who that is.

It could be poachers. Come on.

They're gonna see our footprints.

I got an idea.

Take your clothes off.

No! Come here, Hintza!

Take some men, get down there,

and get rid of those bodies.

- This time, finish the job. You hear me?

- I hear you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

let's hear it for Harry Winslow! Hey!

Come on, let me hear you say it.

Say, "Harry, you're a genius. "

Come on, let me hear it!

It was Ricketts.

- Ricketts?

- Yeah, Ricketts.

My dad's friend.

- You mean the guy with the gun?

- In the plane with the gun.

- That means he's the one...

- Who killed our parents.

And he killed Koba.

Wait. He's the one

who's been exporting the ivory.

Are you sure?

Why did my dad trust him?

He should've known.

I thought you said

it wasn't safe to have a fire.

We're dead now.

We can have whatever we want.

What you did with the dummies

was pretty smart.

Yeah - smart for a guy, right?

Ow.

So, what is this?

Hand it over.

It has my name in it.

I should be able to read it.

- I don't write about you.

- My name is right here.

Give it back!

You shouldn't read

other people's journals.

Even someone brought up

in the bush should know about that.

Xhabbo's wife does this.

- For how long?

- Once, for a month.

- Nonnie worried?

- No.

- So when do you think he'll be back?

- Man always come back.

Woman always wait.

It's by your jacket.

So, you gonna be a writer or something?

Or something.

Well, don't go off like that again.

Xhabbo was really worried.

- What's he doing?

- Getting water.

Here.

Roots like water, too.

- What is it?

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