She was just in time to see Tantor crash to the ground with earthshaking force, blood leaking from a bullet hole just above his right eye and staining his hide red. She rushed to the elephant’s side, oblivious to the fact that she had dropped her backpack somewhere along the way. She fell to her knees and threw her arms around Tantor’s massive head, hugging him to her breast, knowing instinctively there was nothing she could do. The elephant was already dead—had been since the bullet from a high-powered rifle had entered its brain seconds before—but its body just hadn’t accepted the stark reality of the situation yet. Annja watched as Tantor’s eyes rolled in their sockets, the big beast struggling in vain to understand what had happened to it. It let out one final lungful of air. The elephant went still. Annja slumped forward, her head against the animal’s pebbly hide. Behind her, a man said, “How touching.”
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