Assegai

‘ “Having a spot of bother with this old bus”,’ he repeated. ‘God, I love that Limey accent. I could listen to it all day.’

‘What accent?’ Leon mimicked him. ‘I ain’t got no accent. Now you, you got a fu

The stranger held out his hand. ‘My name’s Kermit.’ Leon looked down at his own palm, which was smeared with black grease. ‘That don’t matter,’ Kermit assured him. ‘I love to tinker with autos. I’ve got a Cadillac back home.’

Leon wiped his hand on the seat of his pants and took the other’s. ‘I’m Leon, and this ragamuffin is He

‘Mind if I sit awhile?’

‘If you’re a famous mechanic you can lend a hand. How about pulling out that rack and pinion? Grab a spa

They all worked in silent concentration for a few minutes, but both Leon and He

‘What language is that, and what did He

‘It’s Afrikaans, an African version of Dutch, and he said you know what you’re up to.’

‘So do you, pal.’

They worked on for a while, then Leon asked, ‘Are you part of the great Barnum and Bailey circus?’

Kermit laughed delightedly. ‘Yeah, I suppose I am.’

‘What’s your job? Are you from the Smithsonian Institute?’

‘In a ma

‘Sounds like great fun.’

‘Did you guys shoot that load of buffalo that was brought into camp this morning?’

‘It’s part of our job to keep the camp in meat.’

‘Now that really sounds like fun. Mind if I tag along next time you go out?’

Leon and He

Kermit went to his horse and drew the weapon out of its boot under the saddle flap. He came back and handed it to Leon, who worked the lever action to check that the breech was empty then lifted it to his shoulder. ‘.405 Winchester. I hear it’s a good buffalo rifle but that it kicks like Bob Fitzsimmons punches,’ he said. ‘Can you shoot it worth a damn?’

‘I reckon.’ Kermit took the weapon back. ‘I call it Big Medicine.’

‘All right. Meet us here at four o’clock on the morning of the day after tomorrow.’

‘Why don’t you pick me up in the main camp?’

‘Forbidden,’ Leon said. ‘We lower forms of animal life are not allowed to disturb the great and the mighty.’

At four in the morning it was still dark when he and He

‘It’s seen some action,’ Leon agreed. Percy had lent him a beaten-up old .404 Jeffreys from his own battery of firearms because its ammunition was less than a quarter of the price and in more plentiful supply than that for the .470 Holland. Despite its appearance the weapon was accurate and reliable, but Leon was not proud of it.

‘Can you shoot it worth a damn?’ Kermit mocked him lightly.

‘On a good day.’

‘Let’s hope that today’s a good day,’ Kermit needled.

‘We shall see.’

‘Where are we heading?’ Kermit changed the subject.

‘Late yesterday Manyoro picked up a large herd that was heading this way. He’s leading us to it.’

They went down into the riverbed and crossed below a large green pool whose waters had not yet dried up from the previous wet season. The edges had been heavily trampled by the many animals, including herds of buffalo, who were regularly drinking from it. They went up the far bank into an area of flowering acacia and open glades covered with fresh green grass.

The dawn came up in splendour, the air cool and sweet. The denizens of the forest were coming to life: the men paused for a few minutes at a clearing to watch a troop of baboons foraging for insects and roots. They were led by the young males, vigilant and alert to danger. Following them came the breeding females, holding their tails high to display their naked pink posteriors and pudenda, advertising their maturity and availability. Some carried infants perched on their backs like jockeys. The older youngsters frolicked and chased each other rambunctiously about the glade. As a rear-guard, the large dog males moved with a swaggering arrogance, ready to rush forward to confront any threat that the younger males in the vanguard discovered. A small herd of bushbuck, delicately built antelope with spiral horns and creamy stripes across their shoulders, kept pace with the troop. They were using the screen of vigilant apes as sentries and lookouts for leopards and other predators.

When the parade of animals had passed the men went on, but stopped again behind Manyoro as he pointed with his spear at the soft earth of the far side of the glade that had been churned by the passage of great hoofs. ‘This is the herd.’

‘How many, Manyoro?’

‘Two hundred, perhaps three.’

‘When?’

Manyoro pointed out a short arc of the dawn sky.

‘Less than an hour.’ Leon translated for Kermit. ‘They’re feeding slowly towards thicker cover below the hills where they will lie up during the heat of midday. Remember now what I told you. We shoot only the three- and four-year-old females.’

‘Why can’t we shoot the big bulls?’ Kermit demurred.

‘Because the meat is as tough as motor tyres, and tastes a hell of a lot worse. Even a hungry Ndorobo wouldn’t touch it.’ Kermit nodded unhappily.

Leon looked back at Manyoro. ‘Take the spoor,’ he said.

They had not gone more than a mile before the open bush became much denser. Within a short space it was so thick that they could not see through it for more than a few yards. Suddenly Manyoro held up his hand and they stopped to listen. From ahead came the crackle of many large bodies moving through the under-growth, and then they heard the plaintive bellow of a weaning calf pleading with its dam for the udder.

Leon leaned towards Kermit and whispered, ‘Right! Here we go. Don’t shoot until one of us does. We have to get in close enough to make certain of brain shots. Don’t shoot for the body. We don’t want to damage the meat, and it won’t be very good for our health to have to follow a wounded buffalo through this thick stuff.’ He nodded to Manyoro and they went on.

They came into an area of second growth where, the previous dry season, a bushfire had burned through. The scrub was low enough to expose hundreds of dark bovine backs, but high enough to cover the rest of their bodies. The herd was browsing as they moved so their heads were down. Then one came up and gazed directly at them. The base of the horns met on top of its head in a rounded boss, and the tips curled down on each side to give the beast a mournful appearance. They froze immediately and the buffalo seemed not to recognize them as human. It was chewing a mouthful of coarse grass, and after a while it snorted and lowered its head to continue feeding.

‘Manyoro, this is too thick,’ Leon whispered, ‘but they’ve changed direction. It looks like they don’t intend to lie up until much later in the day. Now they’re moving back towards the river we crossed earlier this morning. I think they’re going to drink at the pool.’

‘Ndio, Bwana. They have led us in a circle. The river runs just this side of that little hill.’ Manyoro pointed at a rocky kopje not more than a mile ahead.