A Far Off Place Page #6

I don't remember.

Harry killed his first gemsbok.

Harry is a hunter now.

Harry feeling bad.

Gemsbok giving life

so Harry may be strong for journey.

Yeah, well, you don't understand, Xhabbo.

I killed him.

Only kill for food.

Only kill when you must.

The herd of gemsbok

have come back to our camp:

They're not afraid: Xhabbo says they've

accepted the death of one of them:

He says only to kill when you must:

What would I do face to face

with the man who killed my father?

Oh, you found your stick.

Are you gonna go get it? Fetch!

Go! Go get it!

We're gonna eat that?

It's Harry's gift.

You're giving this to me?

Harry's gift to Nonnie.

What is it?

It's beautiful. Is it for me?

No, I made it for me.

- You made it?

- Xhabbo showed me.

You're so...

- What?

- I don't know.

- Well, go ahead. Try it on.

- Right here, now?

Why not?

OK.

- So, does it fit?

- Just a minute.

OK.

You're the most beautiful gemsbok

I've ever seen.

When you went back...

to the house, I mean...

did you actually see them?

Yeah.

I wish I hadn't seen them.

When my mother died...

my father wouldn't let me see her.

'Cause he thought it would be better.

But it wasn't.

'Cause for me it's never-ending.

I still look for her sometimes.

I miss my birds.

Had them ever since I was really little.

My mother put them in my room

to sing me to sleep.

But I mostly think of hearing them

when I wake up in the morning.

I know it's stupid,

but that's home to me.

Hearing them before

I even open my eyes.

Wildlife Commission.

Mopani Theron. Please: For John Ricketts:

He's in the air, sir.

- Really? Still looking?

- Yes. Sir:

Can you tell me

where he's looking today?

I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Sir:

Would you like to leave a message?

No. Thank you:

That's all right:

That is the Shumba mine down there.

The Shumba mine

belongs to Ricketts. That's OK.

All right, all right, I'm coming.

Here we go.

No, come!

Come back, you bastards!

Run!

Over here!

Harry!

Aah!

Grab my hand!

Hintza!

- Hintza! Jump!

- Jump, Hintza!

- Is he gonna be all right?

- Yeah.

None of the wounds

are to the bone.

Thank you.

- For what?

- For catching Hintza.

Larry. Right on time.

- The shipment is ready?

- You have the letter of credit?

As agreed. And now I would like

to inspect the merchandise.

So you shall.

It's not far.

Solid gold. It reads, uh, "Nonnie,"

but you can get that off.

Where did you get this?

I bought it from a trader.

Where did you get this?

I found it. By the gorge.

- When?

- Couple of days ago. You want it?

I must apologize to you, Larry,

for bringing you all the way out here.

There's a small matter I must attend to

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