Innocent When Simango suddenly held up his hand, we had been walking for less than an hour. This meant that I needed to come to a halt. Immediately. He pointed to the dry riverbed ahead with a finger to his mouth. A half-dozen African wild dogs were hunting along the sandy bank, their enormous, wide ears perked up. I couldn't stop staring till they faded into the trees. Simango murmured,...
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