Chapter sixty-four

The big cat was in full stretch when she entered the woods. When she came within a few yards of the object of the scent she had been following, she stretched her fore-legs one time too many and fell into a six foot deep pit. She landed on her feet, but try as she might, she couldn't climb out of the hole.

Mustafa, David, Rick, Tameka, Sonya, and John had worked like maniacs digging that hole. Rick could almost smell Jane and Steve now, and his fractured brain was functioning normally in its single-minded intent. He wanted Jane, and he wanted to kill Steve. They had finished camouflaging the hole just ten minutes before they heard the cat streaking in their direction.

David threw a spear down in the hole at the cat. He missed. He picked up another just as the sound of leaves rustling, echoed in the distance. John grabbed Bravefeather's arm. "We'll kill it later. Let's go."