It was a gray-brown mountain of flesh, the thick skin deeply wrinkled and the great triangular ears ragged; even a hundred yards away they could hear the quick exhaled huff of breath as it backed off. Then it curled its trunk high, trumpeted in anger and shuffled forward, head down and big curved tusks almost touching the dry earth as it charged the thing that had irritated it. Even with better than two hundred yards between them and the great beast, the party’s horses shied at the sound, and several of the mules threw their heads up and brayed. Tom whistled softly, standing in the stirrups and shading his eyes against the setting sun with a hand. “What a monster!” “I’ve never seen a bigger,” Botha agreed. “We imported the savanna type from South Africa and Angola,” Adrienne said. “Couple of hundred young adults, mostly females, and they bred like bunnies; this could be one of the first generation. Piet, what size would you say he was?” “Old bull, eleven, twelve feet at the shoulder .
