CHAPTER ONE - ON THE BACK OF A LION
There is a saying in Africa -- the man who chooses to ride the back of a lion can never dismount. Well, I had made that choice, and now I'm discovering just how true that saying is.
Life started out simple enough. I was born and raised on the plains of Africa; learned to hunt and track from my father, a well-respected British hunter and guide who hobnobbed with royalty as easily as he ate grubs with the natives. When I turned seventeen, he sent me to Oxford to get a formal education so that I could, in his words, "make something useful of myself." But, by then it was too late. Africa, the hunt, the lust for adventure-- they were already permanently ingrained in my soul.
I graduated with honors and spent five years in the business world until I just couldn't take it anymore. So I went back to Africa, preferring to face the wrath of my father to one more boring business meeting. He was surprisingly calm when I arrived in camp. He didn't even look up from his dinner when he spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, "You lasted two years longer than I thought you would, son. Pull up a chair and have a bite." That was all he said on the subject.
From that day forward I shed the blue suit for brown khakis and the ledger for a rifle that would put down an elephant with a single shot. Ten years had past, the old man retired to a cottage in Mozambique, and I was running the safari business.
I had a reputation for being able to track a walking stick across the continent in a rain storm with my eyes closed. It was a slight exaggeration, but I would never let on. People came to me when they wanted the thrill and adventure of being face to face with the most dangerous animals on this planet. I always gave them what they wanted.
Then one day some strangers approached me. I could tell that they were not native to Africa. Hell, they were not even native to Earth. They said, "Jim Africa, you're wasting your talent. You could be making some real money working for the folk on Deneb Kaitos. They're gathering a collection of every animal species they can put their grimy paws on. Jim, hunting animals for them will land you more money in a year then you will make in a lifetime leading safari's in this place."
I thought, "What the hell. I could use some new danger and excitement in my life, and the money wouldn't hurt either. It seemed just too damn good to pass up.
So...I mounted the back of the Lion.
There is a saying in Africa -- the man who chooses to ride the back of a lion can never dismount. Well, I had made that choice, and now I'm discovering just how true that saying is.
Life started out simple enough. I was born and raised on the plains of Africa; learned to hunt and track from my father, a well-respected British hunter and guide who hobnobbed with royalty as easily as he ate grubs with the natives. When I turned seventeen, he sent me to Oxford to get a formal education so that I could, in his words, "make something useful of myself." But, by then it was too late. Africa, the hunt, the lust for adventure-- they were already permanently ingrained in my soul.
I graduated with honors and spent five years in the business world until I just couldn't take it anymore. So I went back to Africa, preferring to face the wrath of my father to one more boring business meeting. He was surprisingly calm when I arrived in camp. He didn't even look up from his dinner when he spoke in a matter-of-fact voice, "You lasted two years longer than I thought you would, son. Pull up a chair and have a bite." That was all he said on the subject.
From that day forward I shed the blue suit for brown khakis and the ledger for a rifle that would put down an elephant with a single shot. Ten years had past, the old man retired to a cottage in Mozambique, and I was running the safari business.
I had a reputation for being able to track a walking stick across the continent in a rain storm with my eyes closed. It was a slight exaggeration, but I would never let on. People came to me when they wanted the thrill and adventure of being face to face with the most dangerous animals on this planet. I always gave them what they wanted.
Then one day some strangers approached me. I could tell that they were not native to Africa. Hell, they were not even native to Earth. They said, "Jim Africa, you're wasting your talent. You could be making some real money working for the folk on Deneb Kaitos. They're gathering a collection of every animal species they can put their grimy paws on. Jim, hunting animals for them will land you more money in a year then you will make in a lifetime leading safari's in this place."
I thought, "What the hell. I could use some new danger and excitement in my life, and the money wouldn't hurt either. It seemed just too damn good to pass up.
So...I mounted the back of the Lion.