“Can you tell if the lion is still…eating him?”
She adjusted the binoculars with shaking hands. “Yeah, it is. I still don’t get why he got out of the jeep!”
The guide shook his head in sorrow. “He did it for us. And at least he died doing what he loved—trying to get a lion to come closer to the jeep so we could get better photos.”
She put the binoculars down and looked around the jeep. Her friends seemed indifferent to the man’s fate, and oblivious to the danger they were in. “So seriously. Nobody here knows how to drive stick?”
