Robert Jenkins awoke lying on the ground.


    He stood up bare-naked and shivering.


    Galloping footsteps came toward him, accompanied by a loud guttural snarling.


    Fleeing through the jungle, he scraped and cut his bare flesh.


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    It got closer and closer …


    He leaped into a bush, silently breathing through his nose.


    Twigs snapped, and leaves rustled …


    Robert''s body shook uncontrollably.


    He peeked through the bush, seeing a rifle with a scope — a shot fired.


    "Your first session is complete, Mr. Jenkins."


    "They''ll get more intense?"


    "For sure, sir. You''re convicted on multiple counts. Poaching carries a very steep penalty."