White Lion Page #4

Take a look.

And for

a heart-stopping moment,

Gisani was filled

with a terrible dread.

There were two of them.

The other one got away, though.

Do you know what

the interesting thing was?

The other one was white.

White? Are you sure?

Oh, yeah.

Didn't miss him by much.

Well, thank God you're not

a very good shot, then.

What do you mean?

Richards told the farmer

that he knew of more

than a dozen foreign hunters

who would pay handsomely

for such a trophy.

Keep an eye on the white.

There's more

where that came from.

Right.

Load him up, then.

Once again,

Letsatsi's world

was turned upside down.

So for the first time,

it looked like Letsatsi

would give in.

Without his close friend

Nkulu

and without anyone

to teach him how to hunt,

Letsatsi

was in serious trouble.

But if there is one thing

we have learned up to now:

Letsatsi would never give in.

And drawing on what little

reserves he had left,

he forced himself up

and tried to hunt one last time.

What a sweet victory

for Letsatsi

that guinea fowl was.

And although

it was not much to eat

and rather bony,

it was his first

successful hunt,

and he enjoyed every mouthful.

Letsatsi had become

a force to be reckoned with.

Even a dangerous hyena

was no match

for his growing strength

and confidence.

And as the days

stretched into months

and the months into years,

Letsatsi became the lion

he was meant to be.

News of Letsatsi's strength

and beauty

began to spread

beyond the valley,

and the hunter,

true to his word,

put out the invitation

to his wealthiest client

to come and hunt

one of the rarest,

most magnificent animals

in the whole of Africa.

And without hesitation,

a hunter by the name

of Nicalski

came to claim his trophy.

The hunt was on.

What was Gisani to do?

How would he explain

to his people

back at the village

that he was the one who led

the hunters to the white lion?

But why didn't he

leave the hunters

and chase Letsatsi away?

Good question.

But I believe he felt

it would be better

if he stayed close

to the danger.

And that meant staying close

to the hunter.

For Letsatsi,

the time had come

to fight

for a pride of his own.

He began the long journey back

to the territory

of the lion

that roared like thunder,

Ku Dzindza.

He was here yesterday.

Let's go.

Where is he?

He's doubled back.

Right, we'll cut

across the river.

We'll catch him there.

He's too far ahead.

We'll have to camp again.

What's going on with you?

'Cause it seems to me

like we've been chasing

our tails for two days now.

Boss, there's something

I must tell you.

The white lion-

Have you lost him?

We're right on him.

I'm not paying all this money

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